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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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Hey darling! Finally sending an ask, that link list inspired me haha. Pretty please can I have Din Djarin x mirror sex but specifically the mirror being a reflection from a piece of his armour across the room👀

Thanks in advance, love you long time 💕

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐒 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x f!Reader

» CONTENTS : Sexy reflections, p in v sex, cream pie (wrap it, guys, I mean it), overstimulation, filthy Mando talk, use of Mando’a. 18+, ya nasties.

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

You know he can see you, that he’s noticed exactly what occupies your attention. Perhaps it’s shallow of you that you continue to have such an affinity for the armour even after all this time. His smooth, reflective breastplate gleams in the twin sunlight of Tatooine like a polished jewel, your face projected back to you on the surface.

The Mandalorian is observant. You are confident he’s twigged the way you never quite look into his visor, instead occupied by your own face staring back at you in the gouged ‘cheekbones’ of his helmet. He would often clear his throat to recapture your attention when you found yourself momentarily distracted by the mirror image in his chest plate.

Yes, you were aware of how it looked. It appeared self-obsessed, narcissistic even, but you couldn’t shake the vivid daydream that occupied your mind, rattling around while Mando spoke and drowning out his soft, husky voice.

Stars, you wanted to fuck him. Every waking moment of the day, you were consumed by your own arousal for The Mandalorian, all triggered by one solitary thought a few weeks ago when you had caught your reflection in his pauldron.

‘I’d be able to watch him fuck me’.

The salacious thought, previously only an intrusive yet fleeting imaginary scenario, had grown into a devastatingly consuming addiction. You imagined it, his chest plate reflecting his thick, ruddy cock spearing into you, your thighs slick with your own cum and glistening on the surface of the armour. How you’d see your own body tremble and writhe against the hangar floor, overcome by the arousal he drew from you and arching your ba-

“Hey,” Mando’s ever so slightly frustrated tone rips you from your scandalous daydream, rocking you back into reality. Overcome with embarrassment, you feel your skin burn hot under his questioning gaze. “You’re not listening.”

“I’m so sorry,” you speak quietly, and stars you mean it. It’s mortifying, being caught out like this. It’s easy to wonder if Mando thinks you consider yourself an Alderani princess, contemplating all the ways you can style your hair to be the most eligible at the Festival of Light ball.

“Do you-… Do you want to explain what the problem is?” He dares to ask, The Mandalorian’s voice lilting with mild concern, as though he’s concerned you may request to take his armour for yourself.

If only it were that simple.

“… It’s the reflection.” Your admittance makes Mando stop, his immovable helmet expression staring blankly at you in question. It was agonising. He wants you to spell it out to him.

You sigh heavily.

“I want-“

His cock splits you open, sinking deep inside of you and forcing you open around his girth. You sob out, arousal blooming through your nervous system as you watch the tears drip down your cheeks.

Mando had heard your ridiculous admittance with an open mind, answering simply by removing his breastplate. The click of the latch unlocking made your hairs stand on end, helplessly watching as he stood the armour up at the head of the tiny cot.

“Eyes on your reflection.”

He has you on your hands and knees, his gloves nipping at the skin of your bare hips. Mando hadn’t removed any other item of clothing, pulling his cock out of his flight-suit pants and immediately pushing inside of you.

“Ohhhfuck!” You squeak, his length sinking inside of you almost too easily, considering how little prep you’d been granted. The ridges of his cock push up against the sensitive spots inside of you, and you watch as your jaw drops at the overwhelming sensation.

“So wet. Do you walk around like this for me all the time?” He speaks. The modulator does little to hide the strain in his voice when your walls clamp down on him, desperate for more. “Leaking down your thighs for me, Sarad.”

You wail softly, staring at the reflection of The Mandalorian as his hips begin to rock forward and into you. His undulating body looks long and broad in the mirror image of the beskar armour. The rippling muscles of his abdomen flex and curl underneath the thin canvas of his black flight suit.

“Stars,” you wheeze as he suddenly picks up the pace, your fingers gripping tightly onto the bed sheets on the cot. Mando’s tentative testing seems to end, his hips picking up speed and force when he finds the confidence he will not hurt you.

Arching your back, you push your hips back into his thrusts. It sets off a string of grunts and groans from The Mandalorian. “Fuck- you’re so tight around me, Sarad. So tight and f-fucking wet.”

It’s so unusual for him; words usually buried deep unless absolutely necessary. You’re unsure you’ve ever heard him talk so much, his voice growing louder with each slap of his skin against the curve of your ass.

“Fuck- I’d… I’d let you ruin my armour with this pretty pussy,” he rambles, hands squeezing at every handful of flesh he can; your hips, your ass, your waist and breasts. “You can gr-hngg grind against it, mark it up with how wet you are. Make you lick it off-“

“Mando!” You choke out, each syllable of his utterly filthy words pulsing through you and blurring your vision of the chest plate with the tears that well in your eyes.

“Stars, just- Just mark me up with that pretty cunt. Stain my tassets. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get to watch as you drag it over my beskar-“

You’re seeing double, the vision of Mando fucking into you at a mind-numbing pace making you light-headed. You can feel it build, feel it grow and tease at the edges of your body.

“I-I’m gunna c-ughhhh!”

Mando simply reaches around you, pushing the leather-clad pad of his thumb against your clit.

The supernova that blasts through you burns your muscles as they clamp down around him, sobbing loudly and forcing your eyes open to witness your writhing body in the outline of the armour.

Mando’s hips stutter in the image projected back to you, and you both watch and feel him bury deep inside you, cumming with a trembling groan. His palm splays across your lower back, pressing your upper body down against the mattress and continuing to fuck you through the obliterating overstimulation that follows.

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stsgluver · 7 months

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synopsis. after nineteen days of being stuck in the dark, gojo comes home.

wc. 760

tags. slight angst, slight fluff, comfort, SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA CHAPT 218 (although I think we all know now but yk), dad!gojo

"baby?"

satoru's voice was barely above a whisper as he clicked the front door shut. there was no response which was expected given the fact it had gone midnight. it was now the twentieth day since he'd been sealed and the only things that had been on his mind were you and his beautiful daughter.

so although the silence was expected, it didn't stop his heart from dropping to his stomach as he worried something had happened to you whilst he was gone. satoru hadn't expected to come back to nanami gone, he was terrified shoko was going to tell him that you, his precious non-sorcerer lover, were gone too.

there was only one light on in your little apartment: your daughter's nightlight. the dull light bled through the door that was slightly ajar. she was only eight months old and had been struggling to sleep so it wasn't unusual for one of you to end up easing her back to slumber halfway through the night.

a pang of guilt hit him as he questioned if it was his daughter struggling to sleep or if it was you laying awake at night wondering if he'd ever come back.

satoru took in an uneasy breath before slowly pushing open the door to your daughter's nursery.

there you were, your body curled up on the rocking chair next to your daughter's cot. you had a blanket wrapped loosely around your body and satoru wouldn't be surprised if this was how you'd been sleeping the last nineteen nights.

satoru dropped to his knees before you and for a moment he thinks that he should just let you rest. you’re probably exhausted looking after your child alone with no knowledge of his whereabouts. he knew shoko would’ve kept you in the loop but there was only so much you were allowed to know — even as the partner to the strongest sorcerer alive.

“gorgeous, i’m home,” satoru extended his cursed technique as his thumb comes to brush against your cheek. his infinity wrapped around you, a second blanket if you will, this one bringing him ease that you were safe again.

you stirred slightly at the physical contact, then abruptly sat up straight in panic at the unexpected touch. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been concerned for the wellbeing of you and your daughter since he'd disappeared.

there was a second, as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you focused in on the man in front, that neither of you breathed. you were awake and real and he was here and alive.

you couldn't stop the hot ugly tears that slipped down your checks as you choked back sobs, afraid to wake your daughter.

satoru quietly hushed you. his arms were wrapped fully around you now as you had slid off the chair and onto the floor in front of him. he felt your tears dampen his tight shirt and listened to your whispered begs to never do that again, to never leave you.

“i’m here, i’m here,” satoru muttered into your hair over and over, repeating it like a mantra, like it was a promise he could keep. if he had any tears left in him, he would have been crying too.

it was another several minutes before either of you could muster the energy to move to a more comfortable position. neither of you felt okay with leaving your daughter alone at such a vulnerable time so you made a makeshift bed out of pillows and blankets scattered across the room.

both of you would ache in the morning but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make to experience some form of comfort for the first time in weeks.

you settled yourself on top of satoru, leg hooked across his body as you clung to him like he was on the verge of being sealed again. his heart beat loudly beneath your ear and you savoured the sound you felt you'd taken for granted all those nights before.

satoru thought you'd fallen asleep, having significantly relaxed against him, until he heard your quiet voice that was slightly hoarse from crying.

“is megumi coming home soon too?”

satoru hesitated for a moment and, maybe if things weren't the way they were, he'd be more honest. but your skin was so soft and fragile beneath his touch and your daughter's light snores gave him a shred of hope he shouldn't have anymore.

so he smiled and let the lie slip naturally off of his tongue.

"he'll be home soon, trust me."

a/n. currently working through my wips while I have some time. shockingly I can't actually get myself to finish any of my majorly angsty ones rn.

#— toru!!#satoru #gojo drabbles #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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tw implied sa

great! i was thinking that maybe you could write something where the reader has a hard time with intimacy, maybe because of previous experiences of violence in that regard? like maybe she has strayed off of it for some time. idk, in all his toughness + protectiveness i feel that joel would be very understanding and guiding. i’d really enjoy reading about it!! totally understand if you’d prefer not to write it, though!! sending love

tysm for the request! soft Joel ahead, implied established relationship.

Joel noticed it the second you tensed.

Flinching might be second nature in the human body after years of alert, but muscles become hard as a rock came from a different place. The first times it happened, he removes his hand the same second they landed on your skin as if a fire burned them away. Now, knowing of your past and remembering you had just asked him, "come closer", Joel only waited for your next instruction.

Wind howled loudly outside, spreading the sharp cold and reminding him of why he was so worried about you.

After a couple of heartbeats, he feels it. Relaxing. Unwinding.

It takes a few seconds, but your body molds inside his embrace. Joel gives you a moment, then finishes pulling you closer to his chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

He feels the nod of your heart. Joel's eyes close at the proximity he'd been craving for so long.

You're in his arms, nuzzling your chest and head until it fits properly under his chin, your legs scooting closer to his until Joel feels the warmth of your whole body pressed against his.

He surprised himself — Joel imagined having you in his arms would awaken the dark and twisted parts of his brain. The ones that screamed whenever you smiled up at him. The ones that whispered filthy things and all the ways he could ruin you, soak his fingers and face with your ecstasy and then swim in all your afterglow.

Instead, Joel cuddles back.

He nuzzles his nose into your hair, amazed by how much it smells okay. Most things smell either like dust or bad now, but not you.

Joel feels your sigh.

He's unable to wrap his arms tighter around you, but every part of him screams that's exactly what he should do.

Protect you. Guide you. Keep you safe and sound. Tucked into him.

"This isn't uncomfortable for you?" Your voice sounds smaller than usual.

Joel shakes his head. Places a kiss on top of your head. "'s the most comfortable I've been in a long time."

"Bullshit," you giggle.

That's the sound he enjoys. Joel pokes you with a finger. "I ain't never lied to you."

"Good. 'Cause you know my lie detector's as good as Ellie's."

"Two walking hounds, I swear," he huffs.

There are a few more moments of silence, and Joel wonders if you're trying to sleep.

This is the most comfortable he's been in a while. Only his flannel shirt and pants, the sleeping cot and your body on his.

He's almost out when you speak up again. "Joel?"

"Yeah, baby?"

Your lips breathe out hot air close to his neck. "Thank you."

He's confused. Had he done something and forgot about it? He'd move his head to get a better look at you if he wasn't so fitted. "What for?"

A shrug. The huff of breath raises goosebumps on his skin, but nothing comes close to the electricity jolting through him when he feels your lips on his skin. "For being you."

He's on fire. There's heat on his cheeks, his chest, all over. "That ain't a reason to be thankful."

"It is to me." So certain. Defensive, and it's over him. Joel's a little dizzy.

"Well, then thank you. For bein' you."

He feels your arms squeezing around his waist and the tiny pleased exhale makes Joel feel an odd desire to cry — his throat locks, and instead of saying something witty or stealing one of Ellie's puns, all he does is kiss your temples since that's within his reach.

"Sleep, baby."

Within seconds, you two. Joel stays up with his fingers running through your hair, imagining a day where no touch will make you flinch. He'd be there to witness it. He'd make it happen.

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mx-pastelwriting · 11 months

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Rough sex with possesive dom john marston , an argument about how jealous john is turned rough sex

John Marston x GN!Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Smut, Dry Humping, Possessiveness, Jealousy

Minors do not interact!

Sitting in the grass patch looking out to the mountain on Horseshoe overlook, but it was interrupted by Dutch's smooth words that you found to be a bit annoying over the years; nevertheless, he did keep all of you safe in the camp.

"Now that is a beautiful view," he announces, looking at you and not the mountain view. You smile at him, a little uncomfortable with him looking down at you. "It sure is," you say quickly, looking at the view, not wanting him to think you knew what he was doing. Dutch knew you and John were a couple, but that didn't stop him from having an eye on you.

Standing up and brushing off your clothes, you nod with a smile to Dutch, then rush to your and John's tent, closing the flaps to the tent and making sure Dutch didn't think he could try to talk his way into your pants.

You laughed at the thought. You didn't notice John coming in. His worn arms warped around you, accompanied by rough kisses on your neck. Tilting your head to the side, you close your eyes, enjoying the moment, but he stops, only leaving his hot breaths to gently touch your skin.

"Dutch ever touch you like this." He joked, but all it did was make you mad. Breaking from his arms, you looked at him, a grin taking over his face. "Did he read you one of his poems?" "John, you're an ass." You say you're done with John's bullshit, and you walk past him, but he warps his arms again around you.

Kissing your neck again roughly, he says, "I don't blame him." He laughs, pulling you closer. Resting his forehead on you, he lets his hands explore. "Let him hear you," he whispers hoarsely into your ear.

You bit down on your tongue, not wanting to smile, but the idea was very tempting. "Everyone's in town," he says, giving you more reason to, he kisses starting again.

Moans start from you as his hands go under your clothes, touching your hot skin. "Don't stop," you moan, waves of pleasure coming from his kisses and rough hands. Leading you to the cot, pealing clothes off of each other's bodies, making you closer as the cold air hits.

Pulling your legs apart and letting him in, making you feel his hard cock, you rock your hips to the friction, then earning moans from him. His hands moved down quickly, ripping what little clothes you had left, then kissing you. His soft lips moved roughly against you, only to stop as your moans got louder.

He watched as your head went back as he entered you, letting you moan out for him, moaning with you. He couldn't hold back, not when he could make Dutch squirm knowing that he was the one making you like this.

Holding onto your legs as he made sure you took all of him, only thrusting into you when you cried out from him. Your head swam as your eyes watered, and you grabbed onto him, letting your nails dig into his back. The cot squeaked through your moans, covering the noise. His cock digs into you, making sure your legs feel numb tomorrow.

He let his head fall into your neck, making a place for his warm moans to land on your neck. His hips buckled, making his thrust short and deep. His hand touched you, bringing you closer to your edge. "Cum for me," he groans out as he slows his thrusts, trying not to cum before you. His moans made your stomach swim, pushing you to the edge.

"Please John" You moaned, making him thrust again, no longer deep but fast and rough, wanting you to cum with him, taking you both to your high. He didn't cover your mouth as you moaned his name, letting you see the stars as he saw his own.

Kissing your neck, then your lips gently pulling out, then lying on top of him, in the distance you both could hear Dutch yelling at poor Hosea. Laughter filled the tent at Dutch's tantrum.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#john marston x reader #john marston

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thefrogdalorian · 4 months

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Dincember Day 23: Frost

Word Count: 1719 Rating: General Summary: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over. Content Warnings: None! Author's Note: Poor Grogu. I keep making him suffer, I promise I love him! He's just a funny little green gremlin. The last two entries will tie pretty closely to this one but wow, can't believe it's almost over. I've had so much fun writing this series and I'll miss it, but there are some ideas in here I'll expand on come January!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

Despite the lava flats dotted throughout its surface and the fact that it was technically a volcanic planet, Nevarro was not always sweltering and had different seasons. Throughout the year, it rarely rained; the climate remained mild throughout most of the year, but the temperature would drop towards the end of the year, particularly around Life Day. Although there was lava to be found on Nevarro, it was nothing compared to a planet like Mustafar, a volcanic hellscape. The entire planet was an angry red thanks to the lava that boiled on its surface. Surely it was a blisteringly hot, punishing environment. You had never been, but the planet was legendary, known throughout the galaxy.

There was an expression you had heard used often since childhood. When something was unlikely to happen, people would laugh and say: “Mustafar will freeze over first.” It was an amusing expression as obviously the thought of a planet as sweltering as Mustafar freezing over was ludicrous. Similarly, the thought of Nevarro freezing over was an idea that you thought equally ludicrous until, one morning, when you woke up to an empty cot and Din calling your name. You swung your legs over the side of the cot, wiping your bleary eyes with the back of your hand as you blinked rapidly to adjust to the light. There was a certain stillness and quietness; the light that filtered in was weak and pale. It appeared to be early morning. You and Din did not have plans and you had planned for a relaxing day, you wondered what had roused him from bed so early.

Din was standing by the window in the main room of your little cabin, still clad in the cotton clothes he slept in with a curious look on his face. There was something out there that was clearly capturing his attention . As you made your way across the room to discover what it was, you wondered what he was captivated by. As soon as you moved to stand next to him, though, you understood perfectly.

The usually ashen, grey-brown surface of the volcanic planet you called home had turned white. Every surface was glistening, reflecting the low sun in the sky. By some festive miracle, the entire planet was covered in what appeared to be a deep frost. You had never seen anything like it for all the time you lived here. You had encountered snow before, but frost was something different, the way the ice clung to every inch of the planet, the little icicles gleaming as they coated the plants by the pond just in front of the cabin. The pond itself had frozen, creating a pristine, glassy surface that you had a strange desire to skate across, even though you had no idea how deep it was. Besides, it had been years since you had ice skated. The rocks at the frozen pond’s edge looked like some precious jewel, the way they sparkled as you turned your head to take in the sights.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Din finally asked, breaking the awe-struck silence that the two of you had fallen into, utterly mesmerised by the frozen surface of the planet before you.

“I’ve never seen anything like this on Nevarro before,” You agreed, nodding in wonderment.

“No, I wonder what caused weather like this,” Din pondered. “I don’t think this is normal.”

“It’s a miracle!” You exclaimed. “Just in time for Life Day, too,” You added, referring to the rapidly approaching holiday

Din looked around at you, raising an eyebrow, the corners of his lips pulled down into a slight frown. His eyes were shimmering in mirth though… you knew there was no genuine disapproval there. You conceded that perhaps your enthusiasm had been a step slightly too far for him. Considering Din had limited experience of the season’s traditions before he met you, he approached the traditions you introduced him to with as much enthusiasm as someone who had celebrated Life Day all their life. But you still got the sense that Din did not entirely share all of your festive merriment, so sometimes you liked to be a little cheesy to get underneath his skin.

“We should go for a walk,” Din suggested, “After Grogu is awake and we’ve eaten, we should appreciate this frost while it’s here.”

“Sounds great, Din,” You sighed.

You went to the fresher to prepare for the day while Din woke Grogu up and did the same. Din had already been to the kitchen and brewed a much-needed pot of caf, which you gratefully helped yourself to, given the early start to your day. You then placed some bowls, milk and cereal on the table in preparation for a simple family breakfast that would fuel you for the long frosty walk.

Din and Grogu eventually made their entrance. Din had dressed in his beskar’gam, save for his helmet. Grogu was clad in the red snow suit that Din had purchased before your little getaway in the snowy mountains. The garment was coming in surprisingly handy now as it would keep the little boy warm from the cold outside.

The three of you enjoyed your breakfast together; you and Din continued discussing how surprised you were at the remarkable frost and memories of such frozen conditions at other times in your life. After cleaning away the dishes, it was time to head out on the walk. You laced up your boots in the hallway and pulled on the red coat that you had had such a stressful time finding, but were now delighted with. It fit you perfectly and matched Grogu’s red snowsuit. You were ready to head out.

“Are you warm enough?” You asked Din, wondering how warm his armour really kept him.

“Yes thank you, cyare,” Din nodded, his helmet now resting on his head. “The flightsuit can be insulating or cooling depending on the temperature, and my helmet is climate controlled,” Din explained.

You nodded, he had probably informed you of such functions before but this time, you had an ulterior motive for such a line of questioning. You just had one little addition to Din’s outfit though. You smirked as you grabbed the red scarf that you had bought for him from a local tailor on your snowy vacation to the moutains. You and Grogu were wrapped up from the elements in red items of clothing, so it only seemed proper that Din joined you. You put the scarf around Din’s neck, tying it gently and smiling as you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“Much better,” You nodded. “Now we’re all matching.”

Din scoffed and shook his head. Then he grabbed your hand, holding Grogu in his other arm. The three of you headed out into the frosty winter wonderland. You delighted in the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots, it was instantly comforting. It was a sound you had not heard for many years, believing that moving here to Nevarro would mean you would never experience such cold weather again. How wrong you were. Now, you had made memories in freezing temperatures in a picturesque snowy moutain village thanks to the trip Din had treated you to and, shortly after returning, there was this unseasonable frost on Nevarro.

Grogu was seemingly delighted by the freezing conditions too, his eyes wide in amazement as he took in his surroundings. You and Din had intended to go for a long walk, but you didn’t make it far before Grogu began chirping loudly. He gestured his little hands towards something. Din stopped and you looked at him questioningly.

“The pond, perhaps he’s worried about his frogs,” Din shrugged.

“Awww, I’m sure they’re alright, little guy,” You reassured Grogu. “The surface is frozen, but they’re probably still swimming around underneath.”

Grogu nodded at your reassurances, but he continued gesturing towards the pond; clearly something was still on his mind. You and Din walked towards the edge of the pond and Din eventually placed Grogu down on one of the rocks so he could see the ice up close and watch for any of his frog friends beneath the surface. But Grogu was seemingly not satisfied to watch from afar; the mischievous little boy was soon pushing himself off the rock and making tentative steps towards the ice, before you and Din could do anything to stop him.

“Grogu!” Din exclaimed, moving towards his son as he stepped out onto the frozen surface.

But before Din could scoop Grogu up, the child used the Force to leap into the centre of the pond, out of Din’s reach. Your heart was in your mouth as you watched him, fearing that you would soon hear the distinctive cracking noise of ice breaking. But mercifully, that did not happen. As Grogu took cautious steps across the frozen pond, his little feet were scrabbling against the icy surface and his arms were outstretched to keep him balanced. You and Din marvelled at both how cautious he was treading and how well he was maintaining his balance, given that he only had the red booties of his snowsuit on his feet, rather than any shoes made specially for ice.

“He’s a natural!” You commented in amazement at Grogu’s balance on the ice.

“He is,” Din said proudly. “We should get him some real skates.”

It seemed that you had spoken too soon. Everything was going so well, until there was a heartstopping moment where Grogu’s legs went from underneath him and he flopped down onto the ice. You waited with baited breath to see how Grogu would respond – was he hurt? But mercifully after a few moments, you heard the most wonderful sound: Grogu's laughter. It seemed that Grogu’s little tumble on the ice had not affected him too badly.

“You alright, bud?” Din asked as he leaned over to scoop Grogu up, fortunately the little boy was sufficiently close to the edge of the pond that Din could reach him.

Grogu gave a happy chirp and you reached over to stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers. You were relieved that he was alright and your walk could continue. You were eager to explore the planet that had been transformed into a frost-bitten paradise and make the most of such a rare occurrence.

With a spring in your step, you set off for a walk across the gleaming surface of Nevarro, holding hands with an equally shiny Mandalorian. Din's armour, too, was gleaming, save for the red scarf slung around his neck, a way to ensure the three members of your little Clan were matching. You sighed deeply and smiled at the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots as you gazed around in wonderment at the deep frost.

#dincember 2023 #din djarin #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal characters #my fics

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thr-333 · 1 year

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I’ve had most of this in my drafts for at least since the first few comics of mystic tots. The only reason I didn’t post it was because I didn’t now how to continue the scene with Raph. Well now I’ve gotten my ass in gear and finished it off. So have an excerpt from this au that is a full arc late.

Lou was starting to understand why his ancestors had been so ready to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. He would too if that meant an eternity of rest. Although with his luck the shredder would turn out to be real and it would be more like an eternity of violence and endless suffering.

He should have never become an actor. He should have found a farm in the middle of nowhere somewhere and sat in a rocking chair until he was old and grey. Now he was young, grey and no rocking chair in sight.

“Dada up,” little hands slapped at his face pulling on his ears.

“No Dada sleep,” Lou tried to roll over, hands fisting in his hair coming along for the ride, “Orange night night,”

“Dada up,” His youngest insisted a hot patch growing on his scalp.

“Alright! Dada up! Dada up!” Lou bolted upright his fire hellion giggling delightfully, “I happen to like my hair, as greasy and disgusting as it is,”

Orange giggled letting go of his hair and falling a touch too slowly to be natural gravity… hm probably not a good sign but that's a tomorrow him problem.

“I thought I left you in your cot?” Lou scooped up his youngest blowing raspberries on his shell, chasing away the last embers of heat, “Did Blue break you out again? Did he? Did he?”

“Bu! Bu!” Orange kicked his legs smiling widely, that was also a plus. Probably wouldn’t get to see that on a farm.

“Yes yes let’s go find Blue,” Lou rolled off the alley mattress he had placed on the floor. He needed to find a bed frame or some cinder blocks at some point. Not because his knees and back were getting creaky he refused to admit it. As far as he was concerned time simply didn’t pass in the sewers. No mirrors, no cameras, no wrinkles.

Before getting up properly he slid an oven mitt on and one of those arm protector things he was pretty sure was from hockey. He held Orange in his mitted hand rubbing his eyes with his free arm. He couldn’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep. Which was honestly more than he was expecting but probably not a good thing if Blue had been galavanting about.

Lou stopped by the nursery first. It was clear of any fire hazard furniture other than the four ‘cribs’ Containment Required for Incredible Baby sh- Well the last part probably wasn’t very family friendly.

Reds was a very nice comfortable pile of (shredded) blankets… with a flipped over crib stacked tall with random items and furniture. Or at least it was supposed to be the crib was flipped over, furniture scattered and Red nowhere to be seen.

Blue’s was close by because Red liked having his brothers near. Honestly Lou wasn’t sure what to do with that one. He always tucked him in very snugly and had a bungee cord tethering him to the crib. Not that it ever worked since the crib was empty, bungee cord snapped.

Orange’s was actually a busted up clawfoot tub, with very shallow water. Sue him for child endangerment and all that but he was pretty sure that ship had sailed when he was forced to move them down into the sewer. Say what you will but it had an almost one hundred percent success rate(when Blue didn’t interfere) keeping orange in and the lair not burnt down.

Purple had a verifiable mountain of pillows and blankets. Lou would like to pretend that was for good parenting reasons but some days it felt more like a bribery to convince the soft shell to stay put. A makeshift wall was formed around it with old pieces of wood held up by loose bricks and a few chairs. That was usually enough to keep him from accidentally rolling away.

“At least one of you can appreciate sleep,” Lou sighed, taking a closer look at the curled up soft shell. His head snapped up when Lou’s head came into view holding his arms out demanding attention, “Or not,”

Lou balanced Orange in one hand thankful his boys were small enough to fit in his hands. He didn’t know how he was going to survive when plucking them up wasn’t an option anymore. Purple kept making grabby hands demanding to be held which Lou had full intentions of doing right up until his knuckles cracked painfully against a suddenly there purple shield.

“Ow-dammit! Don’t repeat that,” He told both the hatchlings very seriously. Orange giggled because he was secretly a sadist. Purple gave him a mighty baby glare tearing up insisting more to be held, “Purple, sweetie, honey, I can’t help you until you take down your shield,”

He said for what had to be the thousandth time. Once again for the thousandth time Purple proceeded to cry while his walls kept up.

“Alright, buddy I’m sorry I really can’t go through this with you right now, I need to go find your brothers,” Who were both missing and in best case scenario just tearing up the lair. Not some government officials house who would have the means and motivation to track them down and destroy them out of revenge. This is why he should know better than to fall asleep, “But that does not mean I am abandoning you, I will be back… soonish,”

He attempted to back away, Purple glaring at him the whole while. He made it to the exit wiping his brow in relief as the crying died down-- then started up screaming at twice the volume.

“Whhahhyyyiiiyy,” Lou whined looking down at orange who was gnawing gummily at his oven mitt, “I can’t abandon him can I? Alright purple you win but you’re not going to like it,”

Lou went back kicking aside one of the panels. From there it was a slow process of gently rolling(kicking) Purple in front of him. The turtle didn’t like getting rocked around any more but it was his own choice. This could probably be applied in some life lesson somewhere. So technically this was good parenting.

“Oh I know you’re not pleased with me,” Lou told his son, stopping for a second to reposition the orb to get around the kitchen doorway, the softshell glared up at him, “But consider this,” he kicked the sphere forward sending Purple tumbling through it, “Oh ho ho… I’m a terrible parent,”

Splinter chuckled miserably to himself, following his son into the kitchen. Purple bumped against the bench unharmed but dizzy. The kitchen on the other hand was very much harmed. Lou was glad Purple was in the bubble because there was shattered dishes all over the floor. Cupboards were thrown open and the left overs they had was thrown across the counter, a striped turtle looking up at him guilty.

“Blue,” Lou said in warning. A blue glow started under him his boy disappearing through it. Lou went on high alert looking around the kitchen for a sign of his son reappearing, “Blue!”

A portal reappeared dropping Blue over the glass covered floor. Lou ran lunging to make up the distance. He landed on the broken shards hissing as they dug and cut into him. His hands remained outstretched just off from where his baby blue was falling, his son hurtling towards the hazardous floor making Lou’s heart stop… a portal appeared just in front of his hands, Blue disappearing never touching the floor.

Lou hardly had a second to sigh in relief before he was up again and looking for the next portal. Luckily enough it formed not far away and he just had to reach out half lunging over the counter to catch the hatchling.

“Gotcha,” Lou caught Blue in one hand juggling orange in the other. Both of his sons giggling at him. It was cute until the moment of panic wore off and he became aware of the piece of glass digging into him as he pressed against the counter, “Ow ow,”

Lou didn’t have time to remove the jagged shards sticking out of him. Both of his hands full he carefully tiptoed over to purple kicking him to the next room. It was a lounge of sorts given the face he had only managed to drag one arm chair in here. Lou dumped Blue and Orange in their makeshift playpen, a wooden crate that hadn’t been set on fire yet. He wedged Purple under the footrest so he wouldn’t go rolling anywhere before collapsing into the chair with a sigh.

He took a moment to groan loudly but he couldn’t wallow too long. He was still down one son and filled with glass. Lou started to pry the pieces out of him. Luckily he was wearing jeans so all but a few large pieces had missed his legs. Same with his torso, most were fairly shallow and easy to find. The worst of it was his arms, which he had to bring the tweezers out to get all the pieces. Thank goodness his mutation had at least given him increased healing, with these kids he needed it.

Lou stood up, he would still need to bandage the cuts but that could be done after he had found and made sure Red was safe. Blue and orange were occupying themselves with the rattle Lou had made by putting a couple of screws in a container. He knew soon they would start fighting over it but for now it wasn’t a fire hazard. Purple was pushing against his shield trying to free himself from being wedged under the footstool.

“All of you stay put, I’m looking at you blue,” He told the turtle seriously, Blue happily babbled back at him, “I need to go find red,”

“RaRa!”

“Yes RaRa- NO Blue!” In a flash of light Lou was in freefall, barely registering the change before he was landing in a dumpster in a place too bright to be the sewers. There were dogs barking and growling not far from him and the bustling sounds of passersby a little further away.

Lou groaned letting his head thunk back against a very nice soft rusted washing machine. Well if he wasn't at risk of infecting his cuts living in the sewers they definitely were now. He’d have to raid a pharmacy for antibiotics on their way back to the sewers from wherever in New York Blue had dropped him.

Speaking of, he pushed himself up looking around the alley. Sure enough one end had a busy street with people too busy to look down the narrow gulley even with the dogs barking up a ruckus. Lou cast a wary look at them doubling back when he saw what they had been barking at.

“Red!” He jumped out of the bin grabbing a busted up piece of what had once been a broom.

He hit the nearest mutt surrounding his son. The boy wrapped up in his larger projection cowering against a wall. The others snapped their attention to him growling. Lou hissed in turn not entirely conscious he was doing it as he started hitting the dogs causing enough grief the pack decided they weren’t worth it.

Lou growled lowly at their retreat, his fur on end. He tried to shake himself out of it. Or find it in himself to be ashamed at the animalistic behavior, but that was hard when it helped protect his son.

“Oh little Red,” He cooed the hatchlings projection still pressed against the wall.

Lou could only hope that New York lived up to their reputation and no one spared a second glance at the rat man and his giant red son in the alleyway. Lou held out his hands trying to encourage Red to jump down to them. Instead the giant version of his son leant down until his head was resting in Lou’s hands.

“It’s alright sweetie,” He cradled the projection, patting his son’s head while looking inward to the small snapper hidden within, “Dada’s got you,”

Red whined reaching out to grab him. Lou winced as he was crushed in the too strong baby grip smooshing him against the red energy field. Half his face was pressed up against it inside he could see the real Red trying to reach out for him.

Lou smiled sadly, how scary for his boys to have powers completely out of their control. He didn’t struggle doing his best to comfort his son through the projection until he felt safe enough to take it down.

When it finally dissipated Lou’s fast reflexes from always catching Blue kicked in scooping up Red no problem. The snapper giggled as Lou cradled him close. He smiled, booping him on the snout quickly pulling back before Red could live up to his species name.

“What do you say we try to find Dada a pharmacy then sneak into a sewer and try to find our way home?” Red squealed which Lou took to mean agreement.

Thanks to Blue he had already gotten a crash course in getting around the city so soon enough they were back in the sewers close to home. He heard the damages his sons had wrought on their lair before he saw it. Good thing he kept that dumpster broom.

“Blue you’re in big trouble young man,” He called into the lair.

The boys were still in the living room. The crate was on fire Purple in the middle of it protected by his force field. A random assortment of items were thrown around things from basketballs to surfboards, a roller skate and a pile of odd socks. So perhaps Blue had been trying to get them back and Lou couldn’t be too mad. Other than the fact it provided Orange with more kindling.

“Go wrangle them up for me,” He set Red on the ground patting the snapper on the head and the rat went to grab a fire extinguisher.

Both Blue and Purple had instantly flocked to Red’s side climbing over the snapper and patting his head. Orange was attempting to do the same but was still on fire. Thankfully a combination of Red and Purple force fields were keeping him at bay. Interestingly enough the colors seemed to be flowing into each other where they intersected.

Ignoring that for now Lou went about putting out fires, including orange. The hatchling was never pleased to be doused but got over it when it meant he could finally join his brothers. Putting the near spent fire extinguisher aside, Lou scooped up his sons. Grateful that his chair was only half singed he sunk down in it cradling the turtles close.

“You four run me absolutely ragged,” He complained to the squealing giggling tots.

Orange was attempting to climb him, making a suspicious beeline for his hair. No thank you Lou could still smell the burning from the goatee incident. Blue opened up a portal above them. A shiny crown fell from it directly onto Lou’s head. He tried not to worry where that had just been stolen from as the portal closed behind it. Hopefully the news reports would make up something outlandish like a heist rather than the reality of mutant magic turtles.

Purple decided he both did and didn’t want to be held. Creating a field around him and smooshing Red into the crux of Lou’s elbow. The snapper didn’t seem to mind teething on the one patch of skin Lou hadn’t bandaged. Considering his jaw strength that would likely change. But telling him off was a slippery slope into giant tantrum time.

Lou smiled, squeezing all of them close.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,”

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Little one Pt. 2

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: @kchavez666 @canadian-snow-queen 💗💗💗

Warnings: Violence, Intimidating Paz, Smut! Swearing, use of a weapon, inappropriate use of the force!

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!!!

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Y/n sat at the long table surrounded by Mandalorians, she was sitting in between Bo Katan and Din. The three ate in silence, while the rest of the room was full of chatter. Y/n could feel a hot gaze of someone staring at her, she discreetly glanced around the room only for her eyes to lock on a certain Mando, the big one in blue. Y/n felt her body tense up when he shifted, she didn't know what his obsession with her was, but she had a feeling she would find out.

Y/n walked into her room in the covert, it was a small cave, the entrance was covered by a contraption she rigged up. Y/n sat on her makeshift bed and fluffed her pillow, she jumped at the sound of metal on rock. She turned towards her door, Paz was standing there leaning against the rock wall.

Y/n pulled out her dagger and stood, walking sideways away from him, he tilted his head and crossed his arms over is chest.

"What do you want, Vizsla?" She asked.

A dark chuckle came from under the helmet, it made a chill run down her spine.

"Afraid?"

Y/n shook her head and gripped her dagger tighter, they began circling each other and readying themselves for the other to attack. Y/n ran at him and Paz pulled out his vibroblade, they clashed knives and he shoved her back. She dodged his swing and clipped his unarmored side, Y/n then jumped on his back and attempted to pull him to the ground. Paz grabbed her arm and yanked her off of him, slamming her to the wall with a loud thud. He held his blade to her neck, he dragged the cold steel across her skin, Y/n unintentionally moaned gripping the rock wall. Paz chuckled and pressed his knee between her legs, he leaned close to her ear, Y/n squirmed and tried to wiggle away but it was no use, he had her in his grips.

"You like that, little one?" He growled.

Y/n whimpered, she didn't want to answer him but she knew if she didn't Paz would make her talk.

"Use your words, Mesh'la." His voice was deep and laced with arousal.

"Y-yes. Please...I-I need more."

Paz picked her up and laid her down on her cot, he palmed at himself as he slowly stripped Y/n of her clothes. She gasped as the cold air hit her warm skin, making Paz's heart race, the very sight of her had his mouth watering. He was about to release his member from the confines of his flight suit when a sudden force of pleasure shot through his body, pulling a low groan from him. Paz looked down at Y/n's hand, noticing the small bit of movement. He realized what was happening, she was using the force to stimulated him. Paz's breathing became heavier as the sensation went straight to his cock, he didn't move, he just stayed there on one knee in front of her. Y/n smirked when she saw his fists clench and release, she was getting to him and he was letting her, this must feel amazing to him.

The groans that left him were sinful, his chest heaved as he came close to his orgasm. Y/n sat up and got close to him, taking off his chest plate and moving her hand at a faster pace.

"Fuck- ahhh." He groaned, tipping his head back as his cock twitch and cum ran from the tip.

Y/n smiled, finally freeing his dick and running her thumb over his sensitive tip. Paz gripped her should and pushed her down, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrusted in hard, making Y/n cry out.

"That's what I wanna hear." He slammed into her over and over again, ripping moans from the small woman.

He snaked his hand around her throat and squeezed, using her neck as leverage so he could get a better angle. Paz pressed his fingers against her clit and made quick circles against it.

"Pl-please! I-ahh!.....Paz, let me- let me cum!" She cried.

His fingers went faster as did his thrusts, making her back arch. Her chest pressed against his as she came, the warmth of her release pulling him over the edge with her.

A strained moan left Paz as he rested his head beside hers, riding out his high. He pulled out, his breathing ragged and heavy.

"So beautiful, Cyar'ika." He whispered.

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, he held her to him and took in her warmth. She shiver when the cold cave air hit her back, Paz noticed and he rolled over and pulled the blanket over them.

Y/n snuggled up against his chest as Paz gently rubbed her back and whispering sweet things, he listened as her breathing slowed and she succam to sleep.

Paz laid there staring at the ceiling, the protective feeling setting in.

"You're mine, little one."

THE END ❤️

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sofasoap · 1 year

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A quiet moment - Din Djarin

Pairing : Din Dajrin x F!reader Summary: a short drabble about Din Djarin and domestic life. Takes place after Little Heart .

Warning : T to M theme? Nothing to serious really. Mostly soft fluffiness.

A/N : I am making a whole series out of this “ A quiet moment “ for my favourite boys. All of them deserves some softness and fluff and domesticality

MASTERLIST for the previous stories in this multi-part fic.

You slowly open your eyes. Noticing it’s still quite dark, not yet dawn. Reaching out to the otherside of the bed, searching for your riduur, instead you find it empty.

Your clan of three decided to settle on Nevarro for the time being, taking up Karga’s offer of land and house ( a private hot spring on your land was what sold you ), while waiting to give birth. Grogu was very happy to meet few of his friends again at the newly established school which Karga has set up, although you have tutored him quite a lot during the travel, you convenience Din it is best for him to go to school, learn to do some socialisation with children around the same age. ( “Mental age.” Din reminded you.)

It wasn’t an easy birth. But luckily after hours of labour, you and Din welcomed your second child into the clan without complications. Grogu was so excited to be a big brother, follows you and Din around ( whoever has the baby in their arm ) eager to help out, anything from holding the bottle, staring at the baby while they are sleeping, to poor attempts to soothe them if they cry. Deciding to get up and search for your missing riduur, you slowly make your way towards the family room. You find Din sometimes, in his insomnia state, likes to sit there, polishing his armour and weapons. It’s almost like a meditation to him, keeping him calm.

Passing by the nursery on the way, you heard a low voice. Singing.

You peek through the slight gap of the door, there’s Din, just visible through the silver moonlight shining through the slight gap of shutter, dressed only in his lounge pants, rocking your newborn ik’aad, singing a lullaby. Din lifts his head, noticing you leaning against the frame of the door, tears in your eyes, overwhelmed by the sight. Soft smile appeared on his face. You quietly shuffle towards the pair. Shifting his hold slightly, he extended one of his arms towards you, pulling you gently into embrace. Leaning your head against his chest, looking at your ik’aad, whose eyes are starting to close, slowly falling back to sleep.

“Keep singing Din. I love hearing your voice.”

Din continues to sing. Now rocking both of you.

Finally settled back to sleep, Din released the hold on you and gently put the baby back into the cot. You tuck the baby back into the blanket, and Din lean his head into the crook of your neck, embracing you from behind. “Was that a lullaby from Aq Vetina? I only recognise a few words here and there.”

“Our polyglot couldn’t recognise the language?” Din teased you.

You lightly smack his hand. “ Shuush. I am good with languages but that doesn't mean I am a protocol droid that understands EVERYTHING.” you chuckled. “.... It was a lullaby my mother used to sing to me. One of only a few things I remember from my life on the planet.” He murmured, you can hear a bit of emotion in his voice. You clutch onto his hand tight. “ Can’t let the memory fade then. Keep singing it. Pass it down to our ad’ike. So they can pass it down to their Ad’ike. It will be the song of Clan Mudhorn.”

Few days later, you saw Din, who is holding the baby in his arm, teaching Grogu who is sitting in his lap, the lyrics of the lullaby. Your sweet little Pea although he couldn’t pronounce the words, was trying his hardest, mimicking the tune. Your clan of four. For all the credits in the galaxy you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

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atombonniebaby · 6 months

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I suppose this is as good a day as any to share my OCs prologue chapter! I have already done a 'War Never Changes' piece for @falloutober but it's literally the title of the chapter 👀

War Never Changes

Sanctuary Hills October 23, 2077.

Deep red leaves rustled in the crisp autumn air as the sun began to creep up over the hillside, casting a murky haze over the serene show of contemporary suburban living, America's "Homes of the Future." The residents of Sanctuary Hills lived in blissful ignorance as the world held its breath to the ever-present threat of Nuclear Devastation. Amidst the suburban sprawl, the morning sun warmed the cheeks of Nathanial Alasdair Watt, Nate to his nearest and dearest.

Nate leaned over a dusty blue cot, his eyes not quite believing that the soft and squishy bundle snoring away was his son. Months old already, how long would it be before he would be chasing after him around the cul-de-sac? With a lingering glance over Shaun, Nate slipped out of his room and stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him. The house was quiet, and Nate's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, leading him to the kitchen.

"Ah, Master Nate! Good morning, sir!” Codsworth chirped, his eye stalks flitting in greeting. "Your coffee. 173.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Brewed to perfection!"

"Ah'll take yer word for it," Nate yawned, a fond smile spreading across his face as he reached for the steaming mug of coffee.

"Ah, of course, my apologies, Sir. 78.61 degrees Celcius!"

Nate snorted. "I flunked maths, son. Just say it's hot."

Codsworth let out a chuckle. "Ah, I forgot, the young miss is the brains of the operation."

"Aye, that she is. But she'll no be without a proper feedin'. Could you go rouse her for me?" Nate asked.

"Of course, Sir! Right away!" Codsworth trilled, floating away towards El's room.

"Good luck wi' that," Nate muttered, shaking his head. El liked her sleep, that one.

Nate chuckled, running a hand over his head, and frowned at the resistance. Big speech tonight. He could hardly rock up looking a scruffy mess, could he? With a sigh, he set his mug down and stretched out his back on the way to the bathroom.

"Lemme Sleep, Codsworth..."El's voice drifted through her door.

Ah, to be 19 again. Nate shook his head, smirking to himself as he turned to the closed-over bathroom door, a wide smile pulling in his cheeks when Nora's sweet voice filtered through, Shaun's favorite lullaby on her tongue. Nate would never tire of it or how her voice sent shivers down his spine.

"You're up early. How's my little man?" she asked as he stepped through the door. "I'm assuming you've been in there five times already?"

Nora, even under those horrid fluorescent bulbs, looked stunning. He caught her eye in the mirror she was brushing her hair in and gave her a wink. Nate took a few steps toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips brushing her neck. She hummed and leaned back into his embrace.

"What can I say, doll? Just like his mother, I cannae believe he's mine," Nate murmured, burying his face in her soft, icy-brown hair. "I keep thinkin' somebody's gonna pinch me, and I'll wake up from this dream."

Nora twisted in his arms, her green eyes sparkling. "You're a wonderful father, Nate. You shouldn't doubt yourself!"

"I hope so," Nate said, his ears growing hot. Nora knew him too well, and his bashful side never could stand up to her praise.

"I think Beth would agree with me. I mean, you practically raised that girl!"

Nate ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her nose. "She dotes on you, ye ken? She won't admit it, but she does."

"I like her too. I'm glad she's here. Now, care to explain why you interrupted my morning ritual?" Nora teased.

"I need some pamperin'," he raised his eyebrows. "Cannae hae this 'decorated war hero' looking like common street riff-raff, now can we?"

"Hmm," Nora smirked. "I dunno, that rugged Viking look is growing on me, Nathanial."

"Ooh, using my full name, eh?" he teased. "Am I in trouble, then, Mrs Watt?"

"You're always trouble, Nathanial Watt," Nora giggled.

"Tell the truth, doll. That's the real reason you married me, wasn't it?" Nate smirked. "That and the accent, aye?"

She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove away, returning to the mirror. Nate's grin lingered, his hands sliding to her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and rested his chin upon it, gazing at her reflection. She met his eyes, a warmth and tenderness reflected at him.

"I love you, lass," he murmured against her hair, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "More than I can say."

Nora didn't speak, only leaned back, melting against him, a familiar gesture that spoke volumes. Nate's arms tightened, and he closed his eyes, wishing they could stay like that forever.

"Go get your trimmer; I'll at least neaten you up a little," Nora said, her voice thick. "Then, I'll see about breakfast."

Nate pressed one last kiss to her head and drew a sharp breath. "Yes, ma'am."

"—war never changes,” Nate sighed, the steamy air heavy with the weight of his speech.

“You're gonna knock 'em dead at the Veteran's Hall tonight, hon,” Nora purred, her fingers massaging the knots from his shoulders.

"Ye think?" Nate relaxed against her touch, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Absolutely. Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror..."

"Right," Nate snorted. He stepped away and let Nora take his place. "You might want to fix the buttons on your blouse, love."

He couldn't help a small smirk tugging on his lips as she re-buttoned her blouse, not quite meeting his gaze.

"Wipe that smug look off your face, Mr. Watt! You're the reason I never get anything done around here!" Nora teased.

Nate couldn't help bursting out laughing. "Why dae ye think I bought Codsworth?"

"Out!" Nora laughed, pushing him towards the door.

"Love ye too, darlin'." Nate gave her a mock salute and stumbled out of the bathroom.

"Miss Elspeth, breakfast was served thirty minutes ago!" Codsworth's muffled voice met him through the opposing door.

"Codsy! Bugger off!...and 'ave told ye… it's Beth!" came El's equally muffled reply.

"My, my. For such a brilliant young mind, Miss Beth, your language leaves much to be desired."

"Get tae fuck, or I'll turn ye into a toaster!" El spat back, a bit louder this time.

"By God! I don't believe General Atomics programmed me with enough patience for this!" Codsworth sighed.

"I'll handle this." Nate interrupted, opening the door.

"Good luck, that child's got the mouth of a drunkard."

"I'm weeks away from twenty ye daft bucket o' bolts!" El retorted.

Codsworth sighed, bobbing past him a little less chipper than before. Poor bugger.

Nate chuckled and shook his head. Wearing that damn onesie, she was akin to an overgrown toddler in a babygro. El glared at him, her hazel eyes flashing with a fire that reflected his own, her cheeks flushed, auburn hair still a tangled mess, reminding him exactly why he opted for a smooth dome.

"Arse. Up. Now. Or I promise you I'll cancel that comic subscription I already reluctantly pay for."

El's eyes narrowed, a defiant glint remaining, a slight smirk curving her lips. "Ye wouldnae dare."

"Try me," Nate raised a brow and folded his arms. "And to rub it in, I'll replace it with one about all the latest fashion trends, braw big frilly skirts and whatnot..."

"Fine. Ye win." El rolled her eyes, sauntering past him.

"Smart move," Nate smirked.

"Bite me!" El snapped, stomping into the now vacant bathroom.

Nate chuckled, shaking his head, and approached the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation.

"Breakfast is served sir," Codsworth set down a plate of eggs and toast.

"Thanks. And if ye need the afternoon off to recharge after the morning ye've had, you take it!" Nate smirked.

"A good show of humor, sir, but with a steady supply of Mr. Handy fuel, I am proud to serve!" Codsworth chirped.

"Attaboy."

"Your thoughts?" Nora's voice drifted over him, snapping his attention back to the present.

Nate blinked, glancing at his wife. She was studying him, her brows knitted. Damn. "I'm worried about her, doll. She won't admit it, but she's been having trouble sleeping again. I cannae remember the last time I saw her without dark circles under her eyes."

"She's just stressed. It's been a big year for her. Why don't you take her away for a few days? It's been a while since you two had time together," Nora suggested. "You could take a little road trip or something?"

"Aye, I'd been considering it, but I can hardly leave you with the wee one, can I?"

"I've got Codsworth to help. And besides, Shaun's not exactly a handful." Nora grinned, nudging him. "Take her. Trust me, she needs it."

Nate chewed his lip, his brows furrowed. Maybe she had a point. El had always loved his impromptu adventures.

"Okay, I'll talk to her about it—"

"Talk to me about what?" El asked, walking into the living room, her frown deepening as she looked between them. "I'm sorry! I know I've been—"

"No, stop right there! " Nate shushed her. "Ye don't go apologizing...I know you've been overloaded lately with all your projects."

El shrugged, dropping onto the couch beside him, her eyes fixed on the TV. "Yeah, I guess. It's just a lot, and I—"

"Deserve a break? Me and Nora reckon you've earned one," Nate grinned, nudging her. "So, how about we take off in a day or two? It's been a while since we've done a drive together, just you and me?"

"Wait, you're serious?" El stared at him, a smile breaking across her face, but her frown returned as she turned to Nora. "You're okay with that?"

"Are you kidding? Some peace and quiet, hell yeah, I'm okay with that," Nora barked a laugh. "And Codsworth's here to help, so I'll be fine."

"I like her, Nate. Can we keep her?" El smirked.

Nate's laughter bubbled, shaking his head. "Aye, she's a keeper, alright."

Nora gave them a fond smile, rising from the couch."Alright, you two, I'm going to help Codsworth tidy up, give you time to plan."

"Thanks, love," Nate's fingers curled hers as she pulled away, before turning his attention back to El.

"So, short-stop, any votes on where ye want tae go?"

"Laurey, Virginia—"

"The Caverns, again, lass?" Nate's eyebrow quirked.

"Come on, it's been months since we went to D.C. We could do a day trip to Laurey and then spend the rest of our time exploring the Capital!"

"Fine, but that damn mole costume is stayin' put!" Nate chuckled.

"She looked adorable in that thing. Never know, maybe she'll catch someone's eye!" Nora's laughter floated over them from the kitchen, and Nate grinned.

El blushed, her hand rubbing against the back of her head sheepishly. "I'll stick to studying, ta—"

"Quite right. I don't think there'd be many nerdy, bookworm Spelunkers out there that could put up with your pish!" He couldn't resist.

El's nose wrinkled, and her eyes narrowed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence—jackass."

Nate snorted and leaned back, his arms draped over the back of the couch, tuning into the TV.

The same usual shite.

A knocking came to the door, and Nora sighed. "It's probably that salesman. He's been trying all morning, insisting he talks to you."

"Oh, great." Nate rolled his eyes and lurched out of the sofa.

An all-smiles fella in a trenchcoat greeted him when he opened the door, stepping forward. "Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!"

"Sup, chief," he deadpanned, leaning against the doorframe.

"You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you," the rep explained.

Nate frowned—something about the guy's tone made him nervous.

"Alright, son, I'm here now."

"So you are, so you are,' the rep chuckled. "I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111. I just need to verify some information. That's all! Don't want there to be any hold ups, in the unforeseen event of *ahem*...total atomic annihilation."

"But there's room for my entire family, right?"

"Of course. Of course! Minus your robot, naturally."

"Oi, Codsworth is family!" El retorted, appearing at his side, her eyes narrowed. "He's a wee gem! We can't just leave him!"

Nate's hand fell upon his sister's shoulder, squeezing it. "General Atomics promised Codsworth could survive anything, even a nuclear blast," he reminded her, her sentiment mirrored in his heart. "Go. I've got it from here."

El nodded, a defiant glint remaining in her eyes, but she stepped aside.

Nate glanced at the rep, his unease growing."All right, let's have it."

"Splendid, splendid. Let's get to it. Just need you to fill out this paperwork, and we're all done. Won't take but a moment."

The rep pulled a clipboard out of his briefcase and held it out towards him.

Nate frowned, his jaw tense, glancing down at the stack of papers. He took the clipboard and scanned the pages, his frown deepening.

"What makes me 'S.P.E.C.I.A.L?' That's a bit on the nose, is it no? And this whole damn thing seems a wee bit excessive, no offense, son."

"None taken! It's simply a matter of determining what roles you may be able to undertake in a new life underground!"

"Well, lucky for us, we have a certified vault technician in our fold. My sister just finished her Masters at C.I.T. Did a whole project around Vault safety and maintenance," Nate couldn't help the proud smile creeping into his cheeks.

"Masters? At C.I.T?" the rep's eyebrows shot up. "My, my, that's impressive."

"Aye, she got the brains of the family. I clearly got the looks," Nate joked, handing the clipboard back to the rep. "Think that's everything, chief."

"Wonderful! That's..." he skimmed over the documents, smiling. "Yes, indeed, that is everything... just gonna walk this over to the Vault! Congratulations on being prepared for the future!"

"Aye, thanks..." Nate forced a smile, his jaw still tense. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I have a wee one who needs a bit of a feed."

"Of course, have a great day, sir, ma'am!" The Vault-Tec rep tipped his hat and strolled off, the tension in the man's shoulders not lost on him.

He watched the rep go, his instincts prickling as he stepped back inside."Something aboot that didn't sit right, did it, El?"

"I didn't like it, Nattie. You don't think he's doing this because—"

"Elspeth, don't get him started," Nora interrupted, her voice strained. "It's just a precaution, that's all."

Nate swallowed his throat tight. "Maybe ye're right, doll, but just in case, we should double-check the go bags."

Shaun's wails rang through the house. Cutting through his words, Codsworth followed.

"Master Nate. Shaun has been changed, but he absolutely refuses to calm down. I think he needs some of that "paternal affection" you seem to be so good at."

"I've got 'im." Nate smiled and strode down the hall, his unease lingering. Nora's footfalls followed.

"Right, ye wee gremlin," Nate teased, sweeping a finger over Shaun's cheek. Shaun's cries grew fainter, his teary gaze fixed on Nate.

"Spin the mobile a bit. He loves that," Nora cooed, stepping up beside him.

Nate gave the mobile a gentle spin. Shaun's gaze drifted to the spinning rockets, green eyes wide, and his cries now soft whimpers. Nora brushed Nate's arm with her hand.

"Maybe we should go out later, a walk in the park?"

"And miss the World Series on TV? Not going to happen." Nate smirked. "But tomorrow, I'm all yours! I promise."

"I'll hold you to—"

"Sir? Mum? You should come and see this!" Codsworth's urgent voice drifted over them.

Nate frowned, exchanging a glance with Nora. "Codsworth?"

"I've got Shaun," Nora assured him, scooping the baby up.

Nate hurried out of the nursery, a knot forming in his gut, his blood rushing. "Codsworth? What is it, son?"

"Sir... the news..."

El was perched on the couch, her knuckles white around her backpack, its contents organized on the coffee table. "They actually did it."

"Did what, lass?" Nate frowned, sitting beside her.

“—followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions..." the news anchor caught his attention. "We're... we're trying to get confirmation…But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations."

"What? What is he saying?" Nora's voice drifted over them. "…Oh no.”

“...We do have... coming in... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania…My God.”

The screen crackled, and the signal was lost. Nate's gaze fixed on the 'Please Stand By' screen. His mouth ran dry, a cold sweat prickling across his forehead.

"We have to get to the Vault. Now! Get all that back in the bag. I'll grab the rest." Nate blurted, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"Nattie...I'm scared."

"We're goin' tae be fine, El. We've prepared for this...You two wait for me outside!" Nate instructed, racing into their bedroom.

He yanked open the closet, his hands trembling, hauling out his and Nora's packs, followed by Shaun's. He slung them over his shoulder and hurried through the house for the front door—stopping on the threshold, glancing over his shoulder at Codsworth.

The Mr. Handy's eye stalks flitted over him, and he glided forward. "Goodbye, sir. May I say what an honor it has been to serve you and your family!"

"Ye've done us proud, son...maybe we could—"

"Now, don't you worry about me, sir! You have your family to think about. Go on."

Nate nodded, a lump forming in his throat. "Thank you, Codsworth..."

"He'll be alright, won't he?" El's voice pulled his attention.

He stepped onto the sidewalk and grabbed his sister's hand. "He'll be fine. Now c'mon, we gotta move!"

They raced down the road, Nora ahead of him, Shaun cradled against her chest. Nate swallowed hard, his hand tightening around El's. His mind raced. Vault-Tec. The rep—he knew something was up. That bastard knew this was coming!

"Nattie?" El tugged his arm, slowing.

"We're almost there, lass. Keep moving! Come on, we're nearly there—"

"We're on the list!" Nora's frantic voice greeted them, and Nate frowned as that Vault-Tec rep darted by them.

A soldier blocked their way, checking over a clipboard."Infant... Adult male... Two adult females... OK, go ahead."

Nate's heart pounded. It was real. This was really happening. They climbed the hill and clambered onto the platform, his arms circling Nora and El.

"Almost there, we're gonna be alright. I love you, all of you." Nate murmured, his pulse throbbing in his ears.

"We love you too," Nora whispered, her gaze locked on his.

The sky lit up with blinding white light, and the ground shook beneath their feet. A deafening roar filled the air. Nate's eyes widened as a mushroom cloud grew colossal in the sky. The blast waves thunder towards them, and El buried her face against his chest. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact.

"Send it down now!" a desperate voice shouted.

An orchestra of "Oh gods" and terrorized screams flooded his ears. The platform shuddered beneath them. His arms held tighter.

The blast crossed over them. The screams echoed, his breaths shortening, the pressure around his ribcage suffocating.

He held Nora, his lips pressed to her head, praying she couldn't hear his racing heartbeat.

The light faded, and the shockwave died, his ears still ringing.

The platform shuddered to a halt.

His eyes met Nora's, tears streaming down her face.

They had made it.

"Everyone, please step off the elevator and proceed up the stairs in an orderly fashion," the Vault-Tec security guard that greeted them instructed.

El clung to him as Nate made a move to follow the others, her breaths ragged and short. He glanced at Nora, Shaun sleeping soundly in her arms.

"She'll be okay. We're right behind ye," Nate murmured. "We just need a minute."

Nora nodded, her hand resting on his shoulder. "We won't be far. I'll go find out what's what."

"Be right with ye," Nate murmured, kneeling to meet El's gaze. "Hey, hey, look at me, lass. Look at me. Deep breaths. In and out. Like we practiced."

El's eyes flicked up to his, wide and fearful. She bit her lip, nodding. Her next shaky intake of breath was longer.

"Good, lass. Again. In and out."

She followed his lead, and soon enough, El's breaths steadied as her panic subsided, her grip on his loosening.

"You're a natural," Nate grinned, easing himself up.

El didn't respond and instead stood closer. His arm circled her, guiding them toward the vast cog-shaped doorway that loomed above them. Nate's heart beat faster. This was home now, for better or worse.

"It's impressive, eh? No wonder ye wouldny pipe doon about these Vaults!" Nate quipped.

El glanced at him, a faint smirk pulling in her cheeks. Nate squeezed her shoulder, their footsteps ringing as they climbed the metal stairs.

His eyes found Nora as they crossed the metal walkway. An orderly queue had formed behind her as she was collecting something up ahead.

Nora handed him a sealed bag and another for El. He eyed it, noting the '111' matching the jumpsuits some staff were wearing.

"What, do they no' come in a braw purple or maybe fluorescent green?"

El snorted at that, a wry smile curling her lips, and Nate's heart lifted a little. She was okay.

"Just follow the doctor here. He'll show you where to go," one of the scientists instructed.

"Lead the way, doc."

As Nora chatted with the doctor, El pulled away, her steps a little firmer, her gaze still far away.

Nate was drawn to the sudden bite in the air, a shiver running through him as he followed. People chatted, residents to Vault staff. Everyone seemed as edgy as he felt. They were led to a larger room filled with 'decontamination pods,' he was told as he was led towards one.

His attention pulled back to El, her belongings dropping to her feet. She stepped in front of them as one of the staff members attempted to collect them.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you cannot take your—"

Without a word, El unveiled a lanyard from around her neck and fixed them with a stern eye.

"You're a Vault-Tec intern? Very well, but be assured, vault-tec will not be held accountable if anything were to be damaged or stolen."

El nodded, her jaw set, and Nate couldn't help a smirk. Stubborn wee devil. Nate stripped to his boxers and tugged on his Vault suit, his skin prickling.

"Could ye's no have turned on the heatin'? It's colder than a polar bear's arse in here!" Nate grumbled.

El was already suited in her's when he looked up again, leaning against her pod, shoulders slumped, a blank expression set over her feature—still not back to herself yet.

"Can you hold him?" Nora asked, pulling his thoughts. Shaun curled up against her chest.

"Of course, love," Nate scooped him up, letting Nora get herself situated. He walked over to El, her fingers brushing Shaun's cheek, a weak smile curling her lips.

"Ye gonna be alright in there? I know how you get in tight spaces."

She held up her backpack, patting it fondly. Of course, she was always packed for every occasion.

"Right then, guess we'll see ye soon," Nate tried, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, I can take him," Nora's hand rested on his arm, and Nate reluctantly handed Shaun over and planted a kiss against her cheek.

Nate climbed into his pod, and with a hiss, the lid descended, his breath misting the glass. His eyes locked onto Nora's, her gaze locked on him as her own pod closed, and she bounced Shaun in her arms.

"Just try to relax," the doctor reassured.

Nate nodded, pressing his hand against the glass. "Time for a whole new life."

"Resident secure. Occupant vitals: Normal," a robotic voice filled his ears.

A rush of cold flooded his pod. Nate's pulse spiked, his next breath shuddering.

"Procedure complete. In 5... 4..."

With every beat of the countdown, his vision whitened. Frost intertwined his eyelashes with every blink—everything faded.

Nate blinks away the frost that clings to his eyelashes, stretching his jaw to loosen the remainder of his beard and whiskers. It was a cold that hung as heavy as iron chains. Every breath stung his chest like swallowing broken glass as violent coughs wreck through him.

"...Critical failure in Cryogenic Array. All vault residents must vacate immediately," The computerized voice echoed through the intercom, and a hiss filled his ears.

As the pod door lifts away, Nate's still-thawing limbs do nothing to prevent him from stumbling forward. His knees crack against the slick steel floor, a haze of mist following him. He didn't dare look up, unwilling to face the truth that the nightmare was real. But there was no escaping the memories that assaulted every fiber of his being: Nora's please, Shaun's cries as they tear him from his mother's embrace. Nate's own screams—lost in the deafening Gunshot that silenced Nora and continued to echo as Shaun's heartbreaking wails faded away—the face that mets him and the words that followed:

At least we still have the backup.

"That scar-faced bastard! Why did he have tae—"

"...Critical failure in Cryogenic Array. All vault residents must vacate immediately,"

"Oh, shut up!" Nate yelled as he snapped his head back. "Can ye no see I'm havin' a moment, ye pushy cow!"

Blissful silence filled the chamber once more, and Nate breathed a sigh of relief. As if another entity had taken control of his body, he stood to his full height and ambled forward. His steps were clumsy, and fog engulfed the room as he moved toward Nora's pod. The faint glint of gold caught his eye. Her wedding band shined through the condensation. His fingers trailed over the icy glass.

Nora, his best friend, the woman he pledged his entire life to. Her rosy cheeks were now dusted blue, fear still painted in her expression. Her arms were so painfully absent—Shaun. He's just a baby, and they tore him out of her arms. Nate's knees buckled some, jolting him forward, and he braced himself, breaths coming out in rasps, his lungs constricting, the very walls closing in. His eyes opened over his wedding ring, a matching piece—he'd be dammed if he was leaving her's behind.

"C'mon! C'mon! There has tae be a release!" Nate barked, desperation bleeding into his brogue as he stepped back to take in the pod, reaching for the lever at its side.

His breath held as Nora's pod opened to him. Slowly, reverently, he slipped the ring off her finger, ignoring the spiderwebbing of frosted blood that now decorated her jumpsuit. Together, he joins their bands onto the chain around his neck, keeping them safe with his dog tags, holding them tight in his grasp. The mere sentiment of having them together offers a measure of comfort.

"I'll find who did this, and I'll get Shaun back. I promise."

With a brush of his lips against the cool metal, Nate tucks the chain securely behind his vault suit, and the fog clouding his mind subsides some. All he had to do was get El and get the hell out of this godforsaken ice box.

Shaky hands grip the lever release to El's cryopod, and he is met with an immediate sharp, jolting buzz that has him staggering back.

"Malfunction in Cryo Pod manual release override." A robotic female voice announces over the intercom.

"No-no-no! C'mon! I need tae open this damn thing!" Nate pulls the handle harder. Again, the error noise frays his nerves, not releasing. "Come on!" He presses a palm to the frost-covered glass, feeling the cold sting on his hand. "El!" Tears stream down his cheeks, warm against the cold fog surrounding him. "No. This can't-" His forehead rests against the pod. He closes his eyes tightly and sobs. “Ye cannae do this! I just need tae get El!"

His mind falls back to the terminal those scientist-looking folks were working on when they were after Shaun, how they opened Nora's pod. Nate spins on his heels and sprints forward, almost pummeling into the console as he slides to a halt. Fingers still stiff from his suspended animation, rattle the keys. Nate squints at the screen with a shaky breath, jumping through the entries as quickly as his frozen digits allow.

******** Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink ********

Thank you for choosing Vault-Tec!

>Cryogenic Array: Offline. Premature termination resulting in system failure. Isolated manual and remote overrides detected. Controls disabled.

>Life Support: Offline. Premature termination resulting in system failure. Isolated manual and remote overrides detected. Controls disabled.

Pod Occupant Status

POD C1: Miss Watt

>Occupant status: Deceased. Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to Life Support failure.

********************************************************************

It takes several moments for him to comprehend the words laid bare.

Every occupant record painted the same picture: Cause of Death: Asphyxiation.

Nate collapses, his knees slamming on the steel, fingers clawing at the frost-covered ground, and a scream rips through him, a blood-curdling wail that echoes out in the empty chamber. Every cell in his body is alight, a sickening, bitter cold fire. His shoulders shake violently, and he balls his fists, pounding them to the floor until his knuckles are raw. He barely feels the biting pain as the fight seeps away, leaving him drained, tears frozen on his cheeks.

Nate doesn't move for a long moment—left alone with his thoughts and the steady Drip. Drip. Drip. of frost melting. His little sister is dead. They're both gone. It would be easy to submit to his grief, crumple over, and lose himself in the pain—but they have his son. He has to find Shaun, even if all he has left is a warped image of a man who ruined his world. A scar-faced bastard whom Nate committed to memory. His fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags, fidgeting the wedding bands between bloodied knuckles, the cold metal grounding him, and as Nate grits his teeth, steeling his heart, and sets his jaw, he stands.

A silent vow plays on his lips: For Shaun. For Nora. And for El. He would rain fire upon whoever took them from him, even if it meant tearing whatever world awaited him apart, one bullet at a time.

He vows it as he looks upon El's face. Russet frost-bitten curls drape across her forehead. A picture so peaceful she may as well be sleeping.

He vows it as his lips graze Nora's cheek before resealing the pod, committing his love's image to memory.

He vows it as his fingers trace Shaun's name, etched in ink within the tan line of his wedding band.

As the Sole Survivor of Vault 111, he has nothing left to lose and everything to fight for.

War Never Changes, and Nate was ready to wage it.

#falloutober2023 #fallout day #fallout fanfic #fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #A little tie-in to MacCready in this one 👀#fallout maccready

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angelfaceddevilspawn · 1 year

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

ik this gif is overused i don’t care it’s my fav

The two of you definitely live in a cabin in the middle of the woods. This is to keep you safe & so that neighbors don’t hear you if you know what I mean

Chops his own wood to keep you warm in the winter. Usually wears a black henley that’ll fit a bit tight on him- it’s his go-to top (other than you ofc)- but you’ll find that when he gets all hot and sweaty after a while of chopping wood, he strips of his top. A wonderful sight honestly.

You get a bit flustered when you’re staring at him chopping wood and he constantly makes eye contact with you, his lifeless eyes so focused on one task. But when he keeps seeing you staring, tension rises and he gets a bit flustered himself.

He goes inside for a glass of iced cold water. He needs it because of what you’re doing to him. The glances might seem little, but Simon’s a love deprived man.

“Stop that,” he mutters while passing by you and pinches your behind.

“Stop what?” you giggle.

“Whatever you’re doing.” He fills a glass of water and while he drinks it, drops of water seem to drip down his chin and onto his bare chest and then to his toned abs. You catch sight of his happy trail that leads down to that delicious v-line. You were gawking even though you were so sure Simon did this on purpose. Skilled at aiming any gun known to man, but somehow can’t drink water properly? Nah that’s just babygirl. Your eyes rake back up to meet his gaze and you can’t hide the lust in them. “That right there,” he pointedly looks at you with a curt nod. “Stop that.”

I’m not sure why everyone takes him as a sweatpants kinda guy. He definitely isn’t imo. He rocks cargo pants 24/7 and will occasionally wear jeans that you buy for him.

He’s definitely an ass man. Loves hugging your behind when cuddling; using it as a pillow. When you cook together, he can’t keep his hands off your ass. Always groping it or holding it in one way or another.

Once you met Soap, you clicked immediately and got along super well. Simon got a bit jealous of this and would watch Soap like a hawk.

Hates when his besties ask about you. “So how’s Y/n doin?” Soap asks absentmindedly from his cot. How is she any of his business? Is he developing a crush on her? Ghost turns to stare at Soap skeptically. Knew I shouldn’t have taken him into my home, introduced him to her. He knew Soap would never, but he could never be too cautious. “Mind your fuckin’ business and go to bed,” Ghost replied harshly as he abruptly turned his back toward Soap.

Simon’s not a picky eater- he will eat anything that will give him nourishment. He’s had to cook for himself most of his life, so he��s not a bad cook at all. But the man has room for improvement and that’s where you come in. He likes watching your skilled hands. How quickly you chop up an onion or how swiftly you whisk some batter. You bring life to something he saw meaningless as preparing food to eat, but now he loves doing it with you.

a/n- that was the very first thing i’ve ever written on here WHEW. wrote this in like ten mins go easy on me. but i take constructive criticism with open arms.

also side note i hopped on the ghost bandwagon and that’s how i was introduced to the fandom. i’ve never played mw2 or any cod for that matter. this is me explaining myself to you in case you hated this.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #soap mactavish

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babygirlrex0504 · 1 year

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Bounty Pt 5

Couple of months since you left the farmers, landing on Tatooine, meeting friends, helping a rookie that betrayed you both, and watching an amazing bounty hunter killed, now you are now seeking for another planet to settle on. You been ignoring Mando for those times, be doing something so he wouldn’t be able to talk to you. Until Mando had enough and finally was able to speak to you. Leading into feelings that have been boiled out to the surface. I mean you are stuck in a tin can afterall.

Warnings: Fluff, soft!din, arguing, hot steamyyyy make out ;), blood, violence, and swearing.

Taglist: @pascalshimbo @flowersgirl02 @yourunstablegf

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Both you and Mando have travelled to different planets with no success on actually staying. Tatooine was a bust. Disappointment was an understatement, when you had to leave the farm. Especially after Kleo knowing you were a jedi. You adored the woman but it was necessary to leave. Then Tatooine you hated that sandy planet, hot, hated the people. It just brought you in a bad mood, especially when gunslinger newbie went ahead and took the kid hostage.

On top of everything you had been cold towards Mando, which wasn’t fair by all means but you didn’t care at that point. He would try to talk to you about next points or even bring up the situation of you being a jedi but you would get and leave or “shower.” AKA stand in the shower and think about the damn meditation.

You sat as you hummed the child asleep. Rocking him back and forth until he settled. You heard steps above you knowing that Mando was coming down. You set the child into the little hamper that Mando made in the cot before shutting the door. Mando was fully down when you finished. “He is asleep.” You whispered before turning away playing around with the compartment with equipment.

“Good he needed rest.” He said you heard him fumbling with his hands. “Y/n, we really need to talk. It’s been too long.”

“Can’t I have to…”

“Enough.” It made you jump, he didn’t yell but the stern of his voice you never heard unless he was talking to a bounty.

You snapped your head at him not saying anything. His visor looking right at you, you could feel his irritation, his anger even. “You have been avoiding me for almost a month.” He said taking a step.

“Well I have been busy then and it seemed you were too.” You whispered the last part turning around playing around the equipment once more.

Mando sighed. “Omera?” He asked and your heart stopped.

“Yeah.” You said and sighed. “I’m a monster to you, you know that? Ever since the whole thing came out you have been distant, so why not go distant as well?” You explained hiding the fact that the hurt was there.

You didn’t even notice he walked up to you until he grabbed your arm. You froze heart beating. “Omera was a friend, I had to explain that to her before we left.”

You looked at his hand. “Then why avoid me?”

Mando turned you to face him, his visor now close to your face. His hands on your arms before placing them on your hips. You could hear your heart beating faster. “I was foolish, I…” He stopped before he let out a shaky sigh. “I was selfish to feel anger about you hiding yourself. I was mad at myself for being that way towards you. Then when you didn’t want to talk that night, I…I thought it was too late.”

“A lot happened that night. I wish I let you speak,” You said looking down at your boots. “I care about you Mando and…”

“Din.” He said stopping your tracks.

You snapped your head up. You heard his breathing become shaky and his hands squeezed your waist for a moment before inhaling. “It’s Din,” You searched his visor before gulping. “I think it’s fair you know my name since I know you.” He whispered.

You felt both of your bodies close in together. “Din,” You whispered and you heard him inhale deeply. You placed your hand against his helmet, you felt him lean into it. “I care about you more than you can imagine. Kleo made me realize that I…” You looked back down and sighed. “I have feelings towards you. I didn’t want to believe it and I was scared to but…”

You felt his hand leave your hip and had his fingers gently grip your chin pulling you back to look at him. “Cyare, I have always felt that way. I didn’t want her, I wanted you.”

You paused for a moment. “I want you too.” You whispered as you felt both of your bodies closer then before. Feeling the beskar cool your body heat down.

You heard him sigh before you felt his hand grip your hip. Yoh both stood like this for a moment. “Can I kiss you.” Din whispered.

You froze for once again and gulped. “But you can’t…”

“Close your eyes.” He softly said before you slowly shut them.

You heard the hissing of his helmet before it was placed down, his body leaving for a moment before he was back. You felt his gloved hand touch your face making you jolt from the sudden touch. “May I?” He asked, his not modulated, to your ears it was smooth, silky, deep, beautiful.

“Yes.” You whispered licking your lip.

You felt him lean in, his breath hitting your lips. The anticipation making your heart thunder through your chest. His lips softly captured yours. His lips were soft the scent of his gunpowder and pine hit your nose, you swore you could feel that he had a beard. You kissed back, it was awkward at first but then he pressed up against you. You felt him lead you to the wall as your lips moved against each other. His hand snaked behind your neck pulling your lips more into his.

Your tongue darted out begging for entrance of his. He parted them as his tongue met yours. Your hand flew and you felt his thick hair between your fingers. You let out a small moan as he sucked on your bottom lip. Din gripped his hand harder on your hip as he pulled you in playing with your leggings. You sighed as his hand travelled underneath your shirt. You heard him hum in approval when you arched into him.

You gripped his hair as he bit down you lip dragging it along his teeth. “So beautiful.” He whispered, your eyes still closed. You were gasping for air leaning up to get his lips. You heard him chuckle before he kissed you cheek, jaw, and neck. Stay there as he sucked and bit down before kissing it.

“Din.” You whispered as you bucked your hips up. Making him groan.

You felt his hand travel down to you leggings but before he put his hand inside your pants a cry came bursting into the room. Din snapped his hand out and you heard the hiss of his helmet back on. Once you heard it you snapped your eyes at where the child would be. “I got him.” He said moving away from you and opening the door grabbing the child.

You stood there for a moment feeling the phantom of his kisses and his body. You pushed the clothing that travelled up before looking over at the kid. He was grabbing at Din’s helmet and laughing as he grabbed his paw. “I can feed him,” You said still out of breath. “We should find out next stop.” You smiled.

“Maybe you should get a drink of water.” You heard his ego coming out until you looked down at his pants.

If you weren’t wet now. Dank Farik you are now. “Maybe you should go soften the seats up before the kid and I meet you.”

He froze before handing you the kid, looking down, and nodded. “Yeah.” He coughed as he turned climbing up the ladder.

As you helped the child making sure he was comfortable and fed, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on you. How it felt right. How you wanted more. A lot more. Feeling his hair, tasting him, hearing him. How he gave his name to you. After all these years. His name. Din.

You grabbed the kid and headed up towards Din. He sat as he put the Crest into hyperspace. “We are going to people that I once worked with to get a quick credit collect. We are running low on things.”

“Alright.” You said as you faced forward. “I can stay with the kid while you do that yeah?”

Din nodded. “I agree it will be best for one of us to stay with him.”

He glanced at you and then the kid. before at you. “Did he eat well?”

“Yeah, guess he didn’t eat enough before his nap.” You said holding him close.

What you didn’t expect was landing into a hanger that smelled like piss, oil, and just an odd oder. You hid the kid into the cot once more, since Din did not trust any of them. He even told you to have the sabers on you. Which made you feel completely uneasy.

You followed close behind him as you walked towards a big man that you sure his didn’t keep up with his hair or beard. He was excited to see Mando as they exchanged words he turn to you. “And who might you be?” He asked grabbing your hand and kissed it.

You held the lunch you had down as you slowly took your hand away. “Y/n.”

He smiled and looked at Mando. “Damn never thought you would bring such a broad. Ran is my name sweetheart.” He said before turning back to Din.

“What’s the job?” Din asked as he cut to the chase.

Ran looked at him. “Well one of my associates got himself captured so I am putting a team together.”

As he introduced everyone everyone got into the Razor Crest. You felt bad since the droid one was going to pilot and man you never seen Din so angry. On top of everything what you were going into was a Republic prison. You however got a bad feeling about Xi’an. She seemed…evil in every way possible. The force giving you hints to watch out. She stared at you as everyone was talking, you stared back not giving fear to her.

After the whole thing that she made when seeing Din the first time. How they called them lovebirds. Ew how? She looked like a womp rat that went through the Hutts sewer. You looked away noticing that Din started to stand in front of where the kid was at you stood up from where you sat placing your hand on your blaster.

Everyone got tense. “Hey, hey, hey. Okay. Okay. Okay, I get it.I'm a little particular about my personal space, too,” Mayfield said having everyone settle down. “Let’s just get this job done yeah? We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore.”

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian and her.” Burg said looking over at you.

“Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy. The Mandalorians at least. So they say.” Mayfield explained.

“Then why are they all dead?” Burg asked looking at him.

“You shut it.” You spat snapping your head over at Burg. He growled at you before Mayfield looked at Xi’an.

“Well, you flew with him, Xi'an. Is he as good as they say?”

“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III.” She responded smiling with her teeth showing.

“I did what I had to.” Din responded quickly.

“Oh, but you liked it. See, I know who you really are.” It was quiet after she said that Din looked at you and you looked at him.

“He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfield asked.

“This is the Way.” He responded back.

“Huh.” Mayfield chuckled. “I wonder what you look like under there.”

“Maybe he's a Gungan.” Burg noted laughing. You bit your tongue glaring at him.

“Is that why yousa don't wanna show your face? You ever seen his face?” Mayfield said getting close to Din.

“A lady never tells.” She said smiling at you.

You gave her a sarcastic smile. “Aw. Come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here.” Mayfield said as he got closer. You wanted to force push him away. “You gotta show us somethin'.Come on. Just lift the helmet up.”

“Back up.” You said taking a step before Xi’an stepped in front of you.

“Let's all see your eyes.” Mayfield said before Burg pushed him.

“I'll do it.” He tried to pick up Din before he stumbled and hit the button revealing the kid. Your eyes widen taking another step before Xi’an stepped forward again. You glared at her.

“Whoa! What is that? You get lonely up here, buddy? Huh?” You watched as Din picked the child up. “Wait a minute. Did you two make that? Huh?” Mayfield said pointing at Xi’an and Din. “What is it, like a pet or somethin'?”

“Yeah. Something like that.” Din said looking over at him.

“Didn't take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.” Xi’an said not keeping her eyes off you.

“Me, I was never really into pets. Yeah, I didn't have the temperament. Patience, you know? I mean, I tried, but never worked out. But I'm thinkin' maybe I'll try again with this little fella.” The kid glared Mayfield before looking at Din.

You felt the Crest rumble and Din put the kid back shutting the door. The droid let us know that they were coming out of hyperspace. Everyone got ready as the Crest approached the prison.

“Alright Mando you first.” Mayfield said as the ship attached.

He looked at you before looking up and getting in. They looked at you and you shook your head. “I will stay here just in case.”

Xi’an chuckled. “Let her take care of the pet.”

He flipped her off as she climbed up. As they all were gone you paced waiting. You heard talking up at the cockpit, ignoring thinking it was just listening to the others. You walked to the kid. “You okay?” You asked as he nodded. You pet his ear. “Good. Just a little while longer.” You closed the door.

It seemed a while since they been there. “Mando come in.” You asked but static. That’s when you heard alarms. You snapped your head up to where everyone exit before looking at the door.

That’s when you heard shuffling and footsteps coming down. You snapped your eyes to the ladder before a blast came and hit your shoulder. You hit the ground wincing, once your vision cleared you saw Zero come up to where the kid was. You lifted your hand and forced pull having Zero fly towards you. You got up as the droid threw a punch to your gut. You grunted as you kicked him back pulling your blaster out. You shot once twice before hitting him, as he fell you shot his head. You ran to the kid and grabbed him. “You o…”

You heard the hatch open so you slowly went to the cockpit. You sat the kid in the seat before moving it so the seat was facing the back towards the entrance. You crouched down and hid as well pointing the blaster.

You heard someone coming up the ladder. You glared as the noise came closer. You saw the blaster then the helmet. “Din.” You whispered as you shot up.

Din hurried towards you and saw your shoulder. “Are you hurt? The kid?”

“Not too bad. And he is right here.” You said pushing the chair around to reveal a toothy grinned kid.

You gave him a weakly smile. Din sighed deeply before walking to get some bacta. “Let’s get going before we fix you up.”

You fell asleep in the cot with the child after Din fixed you up. You didn’t realize how long you were asleep until you felt the Crest speed up. You shot up to find no kid, you went out and headed up to see that Din went to hyperspace. “What happened?” You said sleep still creeping in your voice.

“Nothing.” He said looking over at you. “The kid woke up and I brought him here.” You looked down to see him in his lap kid just finished laughing.

You half smiled. “I see that.” Din got up and sat the kid down before looking at you.

He placed a hand on your cheek before rubbing his thumb. “I’m going to eat just keep an eye on him up here?”

You leaned into his hand and nodded. “Yeah.” You whispered.

You watched as he left that’s when you heard the beeping on the console. You pressed the button to see Greef pop up. “My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too.” You looked at the kid before sighing.

“Dank ferrik.”

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FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Fourty-Five

Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century

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It took the time between steps for Martin's world to change again.

He had been out for an evening stroll through Chalon and had gone down to the river to hunt. No fishermen had chanced the moonless night to throw a line, so Martin had decided to try his luck elsewhere.

He took a step and raised his foot to take another.

A piercing wail rose from beneath the bridge.

A baby.

Another cry rose up.

Martin vaulted over the bridge and landed, cat-like, in the mud. The tiny bundle at his feet was wriggling; slow movements, but not sluggish, and definately distressed.

Martin sniffed. Faeces, tears, urine and mud. Poor babe.

The damp had soaked partway through the blankets; Martin wiped the excess away and rocked the child, peering down into a tiny pink face scrunched up and screaming. The only thing that had saved it was that the rain-swollen river had gone down a few metres, exposing the riverbank.

Martin ran a finger along the baby's face and winced.

'Too cold..far too cold. We shall have you before a fire soon, young one.'

The baby whined and gurgled, opening a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

'...Hello.' Martin breathed.

The child gave him a truly impressive glare, kicked furiously and screamed.

Martin felt the world fall away.

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Sister Isabella nearly jumped out of her skin when a volley of knocks hammered on the door beside the infirmary.

'Peace! Peace!' she admonished, rushing to unlock it. 'You will break it down-'

Screams deafened her. The young man, handsomely dressed and covered in mud, was cradling a tiny baby wrapped in his cloak and a bundle of wet blankets.

'She needs feeding,' the man pleaded, clearly desperately out of his depth.

'Give her to me!' Sister Isabella took the baby from him and rang her hand bell. Sister Rosaline, sleeping in a cot in the hospital on the other side of the corridor, jerked awake and came running.

'Feed the babe! I will fetch her clean swaddling.' Isabella passed the child to a nodding Rosaline who adjusted her gown and cradled the baby against her chest, who quieted immediately.

The young man disappeared into the courtyard and came back carrying a full bucket of water. He disappeared and returned again, and before long there was a hot bath steaming away in the corner, which Isabella had forced the young man to sit in while he cradled the baby and she poured water over her shivering form.

Once she had stopped shivering, and she was clean of river mud, Rosaline fetched a cradle from a store room and they lay the little girl down to rest. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, snuffling once and twitching, before falling still.

'What is her name?'

'Yvette.'

The man looked startled. He took a moment, swallowed, and looked down at the sleeping child.

'Her..' the man paused, staring.

Isabella and Rosaline shared a knowing look.

'My daughter is called Yvette.'

Author's Notes

BABIES NEED BREAST MILK OR FORMULA!! Goat milk can cause dehydration, malnutrition from lack of protein, kidney and organ damage and an allergic reaction. Cow milk can cause intestional bleeding in infants under twelve months old.

In cultures such as England in the High Middle Ages, babies were often swaddled, theoretically to help their arms and legs grow straight. Swaddling involved wrapping the infant in linen strips with his legs together and his arms close to his body. (ThoughtCo)

A woman can only act as a wet nurse if she is lactating (producing milk). It was once believed that a wet nurse must have recently undergone childbirth in order to lactate. This is not necessarily the case, as regular breast stimulation can elicit lactation via a neural reflex of prolactin production and secretion. (Wikipedia)

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Better with a friend

When - chronologically, this is after “What were your nightmares about?”, so you and Daryl are heading off to search for Sophia, as it’s rapidly approaching the 72 hour mark. (Because this series is non linear, “Happy 8th of July!” was published right before this)

Perspective - it’s mainly 3rd person Daryl POV, so you’re the secondary character this time around, slowpokes.

Pronouns - she/they. Fancy, I know.

Relationships/characters - it’s you and our mangy hick, always working toward that nice slow burning Daryl x Reader

TWs - language, mention of parental death, mention of stats involving missing persons/children, mention/allusion to childhood abuse

Word count - it’ll take you 10-15 minutes according to average WPM

References to other stories - your flashbacks from What were your nightmares about?, that little spat you and Dary-bear had in “Deserved” Part 1, Daryl having given you generic gatorade after a migraine in How’s your head? Part 2, your chronic migraines, your injuries from Just one scrap Pt. 1, the phrase ‘ain’t nothing’ from Ain’t nothing as well as how T-Dog and Daryl started to become bros because they both really like barbecue sauce, and how you were eating barbecue sauce in That mangy hick! when the camp was overrun, the name-calling from Two idiots. You might as well read It was a pragmatic cigarette, too, y’all.

In fact, if you click here, you can read everything at your leisure!

Fine, it’s better to have Y/N here.

Even though he’s still unsure about them being out here with their messed up arm (they put icy hot on it, he can smell the mint) and the fact that they have fresh stitches.

And it was better to have them there even though she’d brought along peanuts (nasty) and now had peanut-y breath, so he’d noticed when they’d gotten close. Not that, um, not that her breath smelling was a big deal.

Probably a step up from his cigarette and canned-tuna-for-breakfast breath, especially considering he hadn’t brushed his teeth this morning…or last night. And he hadn’t washed in a while—shit, he’d also not used deodorant again.

That’s another thing about hanging around Y/N, he thought about that stuff a little more. She always had him use bug spray, too.

It was weird, but in a good way. It was like they cared.

He decided to start the search within a one mile radius of the house he’d found the makeshift cot in the closet and the recently emptied can in the trash. After that, if no signs were there, they’d branch out.

Except that the only noticeable sign of anything were deer and wild hog tracks, and those were messing up everything.

Funny enough, Y/N seemed to get nervous about the hog tracks.

“You more scared of feral pigs or dark water?” he jokes, kinda curious to find out if they were actually scared.

“We don’t got the firepower to handle one if one saw us and didn’t like it, is all…”

True enough. His crossbow and Y/N’s handgun would be like throwing rocks.

“It’s dumb, it’s just I, um, I helped transport a guy to the homsinal—hospital—uh, who’d got royally gored by one once. Him and his two dogs.”

Oh, man. “That guy wasn’t tryin’ to rack them up for some competition, was he?”

They shake their head, and he notices their eyes look shiny. “Nah, just protecting his farm,” they hush. More loudly, they then ask, “Have you ever done a competition?”

“Nah, but I guess I would wanna do it for bounties like some places got. My Uncle Jess did that a few times when I was young, traveled out to Texas and Mississippi.”

“You’ve talked about him before. He must’ve been a good influence—bought you your first bow you told me, right?”

He’d mentioned that back when he first let her tag along for a hunt, that was about two and a half months ago by now? Back when he thought she’d lose interest or mess him up more often than not. They remember that after all this time, though?

Well, he considers that they are... his friend.

It still feels weird to him to think that they’re ‘friends’ now, even after the month and a half or whatever they’ve been, um, ‘friends.’ He might even be friends with T-Dog now, too, of all people, but he isn’t certain. He hoped, but...

That word still surprised him sometimes, too. ‘Friend.’ He isn’t sure if he trusts it yet.

Anyway, it’s time to branch out, they’d searched that one-mile radius and found shit.

Right around here should be...yeah, there it is.

He points.

“Is that a path?”

“Some local trail, yeah. The doctor guy mentioned it.”

It was the only time the old farmer/doctor had talked to him. Said “There’s a local nature path not known to many people due Northwest of here, only about a mile or so from the property. It’s not marked on the maps as such. But if the other child from your group who became lost in the woods wandered this far, it’s very likely she would have followed it.”

Y/N’s voice went up and their sentence came out fast. “It’s perfect! If Sophia came across here, sh-she would’ve stayed on it—prombly all the way to a road! Sorry, ‘probably.’”

“Here’s hopin’.”

He and them follow it northeast for…well, neither of them has a watch on, but based on the position of the sun it’s about mid to late morning. It’s getting harder and harder to tell given that the skies are clouding over.

“Sophia!” he calls for what’s already the umpteenth damn time that day. It’ll be three days once the late afternoon hits. Three days she’s been out there.

“Baby girl, it’s me and Daryl! Don’t be afraid to shout back or make noise, we’re here to get you safe!” Y/N is sounding a little desperate when she next shouts, “We just need to know where you are!”

Shit, his water bottle is empty. He turns toward the stream off the path and stomps over to it, trying to find a spot with faster running water. He knew it was risky regardless and that he might get the shits, but he was thirsty. Not like he hadn’t done it before.

“It still makes me nervous whenever you do that, Daryl,” Y/N mumbles. Then came a zipping noise, the sound of rummaging through a bag, then tinkling sound as if from a rattle. He turned his head to see Y/N holding out a tiny brown pill and a small glass bottle. “Here, toss an iodine tab in there.”

An iodine tab?

…Sorry, it still feels so damn weird all the stuff Y/N does. A good weird, don’t get him wrong, but Y/N is very…what’s the right word, ‘caring?’ Did that sound like a dick thing to think? And was he a sad, pitiful sumbitch for being kinda suspicious of all that? It just didn’t make sense.

Maybe he just hasn’t had a good friend in a while.

With a nod of his head and what's probably an awkward thanks, he takes the little tablet and drops it into his bottle, shaking it around.

“Don’t want you catchin’ giardia or such, that would suck,” they explain, massaging their neck.

“It does suck.” He’d gotten it once. Really sucked.

After she makes a little “oof,” in sympathy or whatever, he looks back to find her squinting over the area map they’d brought along. “Looks like over in that direction will be some kind of, um, it’s promally—sorry, ‘probably’—an elegridal—” a slight grunt of annoyance, “elec-tric-al maintenance, um, uh, place.”

Why are they messing up their words so much today?

Finishing up, they put to him, “This map’s really old, though, like pre-GPS. What d’you reckon?”

He hums and nods. “The building will still be there. Besides, we gotta try everythin’ if we’re gonna get this girl found.”

Y/N’s hand then finds its way to the spot she had the stitches, and covers it as she walks on.

He doesn’t like that, but, well, it was their choice to have headed out with him.

“You good to keep goin’ on?” he finds himself asking anyway.

“Yeah, ain’t nothing.”

Hadn’t they been over that phrase?

As if a scoff wasn’t bad enough, it comes out of his mouth before he can rethink it: “If you’re too sore or whatever, it’s gonna slow us down. Just head back, don’t be an idiot.”

He knows they don’t like being called that, yet he called them that anyway, why? The words ‘mangy hick’ pop into his head as he braces himself for their reaction.

“Have I slowed us down at any point today?” they state more than ask.

“Not yet.” You coulda just said ‘no,’ asshole.

Some kind of cuss growls from Y/N’s mouth along with a very clearly enunciated, “Well then, quit actin’ like a bitch.” And to rub it in, they jog in the direction of the maintenance building.

The memory of that rainy hunt when they caught the goose comes back to him. Y/N doesn’t like being called an idiot, and he himself doesn’t like being called a bitch. His memory travels further to that quick spat they had back when Glenn apparently drove a car to camp with the alarm still blaring. Same day his brother was handcuffed to that fucking roof…

Quit being a pissy bitch, Darylina.

Right, um, anyway, that was the first time him and Y/N had really gone at it, he guessed. And her little “Yeah, you best watch yours, sunshine,” they’d snapped in response to him warning them to “Watch your mouth,” still made him want to smile when he thought about it.

He was gonna use that some day, that shit was funny.

Back to reality, he jogs after her and joins her in carefully peeking into the windows to make sure they weren’t speeding into a bad situation head-first.

And…the one-room maintenance building proves to be a bust, all it has is a dead guy stumbling around in it.

He felt so damn certain they’d find some kind of sign along the hiking trail, it was so close to the house with the can and the little cupboard bed!

The two of them follow the path all the way to the damned trailhead, and then all they find is an abandoned car in a small dirt parking lot at the side of some backroad.

Probably belonged to the lone geek who tried living in the maintenance building; that guy had a dog with him at some point or another. There were dog bowls and a bed in the corner of the building, and there’s a chew toy and one of those car hammocks for dogs in the backseat.

He starts getting caught up on the what-ifs about what happened to it. He really hopes it wasn’t eaten.

Then he notices Y/N looking sadly at the backseat, too.

“Dogs are good at survivin’,” he figures he’d say. It was true.

“Mm,” they hum back, then start to hurry off to the road, so he follows right behind.

He and them look up one way, then the other.

With a soft hm?, her eyes suddenly narrow at something as she jogs to a pile near the side of the road a few yards off.

He squints in the same direction, aiming his bow around the area just in case.

“Just a hoodie,” he hears them sigh. “Soph had on a...yeah, a blue t-shirt with a…there was something on it, a cloud or somethin’… she had her cargo capris on.” They turned to look at him, hand massaging their neck again. “Do you remember if she had a sweater or jacket tied around her hips?”

He hadn’t really thought about what the girl was wearing when she went missing. Hadn’t noticed.

“She had Eliza’s ragdoll with her, didn’t she?” Y/N remembers. “And the pink walkie, for all the good that did,” they mutter next before taking off down the road until he calls for them to stop.

“Let’s check the trail fully first.” He gestures back to the path. “She was lost in the woods and was told to keep the sun on her left shoulder. That means she would’ve headed in that direction,” he told her with a thumb pointed behind him, back up the hiking path.

They aren’t so sure, judging by the way they open then shut their mouth and keep looking back. “But the road may have seemed the smarter, clearer option to her.”

True…

“We’ll circle back,” he offers. If there’s time today. But maybe they’ll find her and won’t have to.

The weather is looking like it’s gonna get bad real fast. The tree canopy will provide some protection from the rain, at least.

You

You can’t get the image of Mama’s dog out of your head. The nightmares last night were bad enough, but then the hog tracks reminded you of that patient’s two dogs, one of whom was already dead by the time the ambulance got there—which of course sent you right back into your bad memories about Mama.

Then, whoever was living in that maintenance building had a dog at some point, too. Hopefully it was living a happy, uneaten life with a pack of strays as you speak. Maybe Mister Cat was with him, he liked dogs…

And you didn’t realize it until a short while ago, but you’re in the prodrome phase of another goddamned migraine. Hopefully it won’t hit until tomorrow or the day after, but your neck is getting stiff and achy, you can’t get your words right, you feel distracted, there’s rain coming.

Whoop-de-fucking-doo, Daryl will be proven right. You are such an idiot. Like, you didn’t even remember to bring painkillers with you! Stupid, stupid idiot, you cannot let anything go wrong with you or slow you down.

It’s already been a half a day and you didn’t find anything else yet.

And it’s gonna be the full seventy-two hours soon. Your brother has been really hoping to not hit that number.

After seventy-two hours, statistics indicate the missing person will more likely be found as a corpse. Especially when it came to minors, unless she’s been kidnapped—oh my gosh, STOP. Stop overthinking, you’re overtired and in pain, just chill out. Be “zen” like Daryl said earlier.

Zen…

Him

For some reason, he wants to talk today. To Y/N, that is. They just seem quiet today, he doesn’t know.

“You have a dog before all this, Y/N?”

They still looked kinda out of it. Didn’t answer, neither. “If we find puppies or kittens, let’s bring back the whole litter. Deal?”

Sure. “Deal.”

They must’ve had a dog before all this. “What was your dog’s name?” he decides to phrase it.

Y/N still had on that blank sort of look. “‘Good Dog.’ He was Mama’s.”

He had to snort a little. “Perfect name for a dog, I guess.”

Thunder sounded in the distance. After sharing a look with him and raising her eyebrows at the incoming weather, her smile was peeking out. “Ask what the cat’s name was.”

“‘Bad Cat?’”

Cool, he earned a laugh outta them for that one.

Fully smiling, she tutted “Excuse you, it was Mister Cat. What ablout—about you, you have a pet?”

Might as well. “I kinda had a cat when I was a kid. Found this little, black, scrawny kitten when I’d got lost.”

“Aw, that’s swe—wait, what do you mean ‘got lost?’”

Right, he’d hadn’t told Y/N about that. He’d told Andrea, of all people.

He’s still surprised that he’d shared that, but he’d wanted to prove that Sophia could be alright just like he’d been alright—and after nine days on his own. Well, ‘alright’ minus the itchy ass.

“I’ll save the story for when we have those beers and you tell me about that thing.”

He hadn’t forgotten she was gonna tell him whatever made her ask to bum a cigarette last night.

“I-I was hopin’ you didn’t remember or weren’t serious.” And before he could reply, they quickly asked, “What was your cat’s name?”

Fine. “Eyes.”

“Sorry?”

“‘Eyes,’” he repeated. Yeah, yeah, it was a weird name, he knows.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, by all means explain.”

More thunder. Sounded farther away, which was good. Wind picked up, though.

“In the dark, all ya could see were her eyes.” Why did his cheeks feel all warm? Ain’t no reason to be embarrassed. “S’how I found her.” He’d thought she was a raccoon kit.

“Why’d you say she was ‘kinda’ your cat?”

“My neighbor took her in. That old lady who got them bad headac—migraines—like you.” He corrected to the right word. Y/N wanted people remember the difference between the two.

Anyway, Dad hadn’t wanted a fleabag with claws liable to piss everywhere in his house, so the woman took her in. And Daryl had simply shut him and Merle’s bedroom door and left the bedroom window open with a can of tuna or some jerky or chopped up hot dog to encourage Eyes to visit.

Sometimes, she’d brought him trophies. He loved that cat.

Other than to call Sophia’s name, he and Y/N follow along the trails quietly. Time passes.

The thunder grows louder and rumbles more and more. And after the path makes its way back to the creek, he suggests they take a rest for a while.

It has to be an hour or two past noon by now. He needs to take a leak and a dump and needs to eat something, and he’s sure Y/N does, too.

He comes back from his bathroom break (he also nabbed a squirrel) to find Y/N rinsing out Jacqui’s blood-covered messenger bag in the creek. There was a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer and some snacks on a rock next to them. He isn’t sure what the deal is with that fancy-looking red shirt laid out on a rock, though. But he is sure that he shouldn’t draw attention to the fact that Y/N is teary-eyed.

“Thanks for the TP,” he said, tossing them the sealed bag with toilet paper. Definitely a step up from leaves. Especially poison oak…

Y/N then casually mentions, “Dude, try out the hand-sanitizer, it’s lemon scented.”

It wasn’t like he wiped his ass with his fingers…still, hint taken. He walked over and squeezed some into his hand.

“I don’t think this lemon stuff’ll cover the smell of your bug spray, though.”

“Or your smokes.”

“Or your peanut breath.”

“Peanuts taste and smell yummy, what’s the problem?” they ask as they soak-wring-rinse, soak-wring-rinse. “Unlike tuna fish, which smells like…tuna fish,” they deadpan regarding his choice of breakfast this morning.

Not wanting to crack up too obviously, he pushes out a burp to rub it in. “You eat?”

“Yeah. Good Moses, I nearly stress-ate everythin’ I brought, so, three cheers for willpower.”

He peels open the Slim Jim and grabs the packet of oyster crackers and the mini box of raisins. “I thought you couldn’t eat when you were stressed.” He’d overheard them tell their brother something like that in the RV, the first night Sophia was missing. Yeah, that was right before they got that headache—wait, no, ‘migraine.’

After giving him a look he couldn’t translate, they say, “You don’t miss a trick.” Wringing out the bag again, they then plunge it back into the water, holding it under with one hand and starting to massage their shoulder and neck with their other.

And, ignoring what he thought was an obvious stare at their injured shoulder, Y/N starts by describing, “I can’t eat when I’m worried. But when I’m stressed, I can eat everything.”

“Why didn’t you finish those peanuts then?”

They make a face. “Apparently I still have somethin’ of a taste aversion to barbecue, after the fish fry. Didn’t realize it until I smelled it. Which works in your favor, you like barbecue stuff, right? At least in your beans.”

True. But peanuts…he bravely sniffs the packet of sweet-mesquite barbecue peanuts. He hazards to try one…chews it…not nasty, he supposes to himself. Still, “I’ll save these for Sophia,” he says out loud.

He opens the Slim Jim first and takes tiny, quick bites to break it up and get it all into his mouth in one go. “What’s with the red shirt?” he wants to know next, mouth full.

“Present for Carol,” Y/N mumbles. “Some blood soaked through the bag, got onto it. I didn’t want her finding it and washin’ it. It would runin—ruin—the, um, the surprise. Though, I ain’t sure if she’ll…” A deep breath. “It’s from the day Sophia went missing. I snuck it into my bag right before the herd showed. Ain’t sure she’ll want it no more.”

He doesn’t know what to say back, so he empties the entire packet of oyster crackers into his mouth.

Y/N goes back to wringing the bag out.

Daryl refills the water bottles (she really is still using the Gatorade bottle?) while chowing down on the raisins, and before he can ask for the iodine things, they toss the bottle in his direction.

Duly adding the tablets, he asks “Blood all rinsed?” with a nod at the bag.

She wrings out the bag a final time and stuffs it into a plastic shopping bag, shoving that into the backpack, then folds up the red shirt neatly and tucks it into her bag as well. “No more red was comin’ out of it. Stained and creepy, though. Shall we get back to it?” they ask, standing up and just as quickly wavering on their feet. “Whoa.”

He doesn’t grumble or roll his eyes when she does. In fact, he hops up and steadies them with his hand just in case.

“Drink,” he then tells them, grabbing the bottles, handing her hers, and leading the way up the path. That’s when the rain starts.

It’s still good to have them there even when it’s rainy and uncomfortable. They’re good at making light.

“Feels nice to cool off. And no iodine tab needed, we can just baby bird up at the sky and get a drink,” Y/N jokes, making a big ah.

A few minutes later, there was a brief moment of hope. They thought they saw somebody in the woods. Turns out they did, they were just dead, though. Just a few walkers.

Y/N and he take them out, him with his crossbow, them with their screwdriver. She covers up the half-eaten fox carcass they were gnawing on with leaves and some branches. He thought he heard them mumble a number, ‘29’ or something under their breath, whatever that was for.

“Were there any other houses near the one you found the can at?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t run into any, doesn’t mean there weren’t none.”

“There’s this spot on the map I was starin’ at. That’s a plot of some kind, maybe a resona—residence—right?”

The rain starts getting heavier. Like, way heavier. “Let’s check it out.”

When they get there, the rain is so heavy it feels like someone is spraying a damned hose directly over their heads. But sure enough, there’s a small residence—but the door front door to the little stilted house is ajar.

There’s a handwritten sign on it that says “Gone to Atlanta. Door open, take shelter if you need!” In different handwriting underneath this is: “Please leeve our photografs and blongings.”

Not trusting that shit at all, he tries to peer inside, getting a quick look in all the windows. The stilted foundation isn’t too high, which is good.

The sign was telling the truth. It was an old couple’s house based on the pictures on the walls. Nice spot to retire, minus all the backwoods hikers they prolly had peeping into their windows at all hours.

After Y/N loudly asks twice something to effect of “If anyone is inside, say somethin’. We don’t mean any harm, but there will be two armed adults will be coming in the house unless you speak up!” he finally barges in.

And Y/N is M-A-D about it. “What the fuck, man? We could’ve waited a sec just in case somebody responded, what if they couldn’t hear us? Hello? We’re sorry!” they then shout loudly, as if to somebody hiding in a closet or whatever.

“You were wastin’ time.”

“Screw you, no I wasn’t,” they hissed as they hurried down the short hallway and turned into a room, pistol still out just in case as she quickly peeks into the few rooms in here.

You

Asshole! Such a brainless, mangy, hick of an asshole dickhead! What if there had been people in here? They would’ve been terrified! Shit would’ve gone down, just like shit went down when that bastard broke in and killed Ma—

—Yo. Take the kettle off the burner, Y/N. Calm down.

You good?

Your best friends in the before-times, Zee and Suri, used to say “offering up” physical and emotional pain was a good thing to do.

Well, the day’s more than half-through and you feel like you’ve offered up a month’s worth.

Your neck and injured shoulder are so achy they’re turning stiff and feel like a poker is sticking into them, your stitches are sore like a son-of-a-bitch, you feel nauseated. Well, you were insistent to head out today, and you know you’d be going crazy back at the farmhouse if you weren’t out here searching.

Seventy-two hours has almost past since she went missing.

Not that it’s a magical, cursed number that means Sophia will die as soon as the clock reaches three days, but…

After peeking under the bed and in the closet, you head over to the small room on the other side of the hallway to check under there.

This place is very clean. Sophia would’ve felt safe here. But there aren’t any signs of her.

Heading back out is very tempting.

You kneel down to look under the bed and get distracted by the particularly loud sudden uptick in the downpour. That’s how Dad died, flash flood. You don’t want to risk it, but…seventy-two hours is almost here. You don’t want risk not risking it if it means finding a scared, vulnerable missing child.

Him

This tiny house is a dead end. The pantry is empty, drawers are picked clean. The house is strangely clean, too, no sign of anybody having camped out. Maybe the bedrooms, though?

He steps down the hall and goes into the room opposite the one she went in.

Smoothly, he crouches to peek under the bed—and immediately lets out an expletive when he sees a face staring back at him from the other side, just as alarmed, at the same time a very loud thunderclap cracks and the sky lights up.

“Mother fu—Y/N?”

After cracking up (and cutting off with a wince because it hurt), Y/N explains, “That boom scared the giblets outta me.”

Giblets? “Same.”

“I also didn’t expect to see your face under there.”

“Same.” After seeing that instead of standing up, they rest their head against side the bed (?), he figures he might as well ask, “Why were you lookin’ under there?”

“Wanted to see if there was a sign our girl had been here.”

Smart. “Checkin’ under there is a good idea, that’s exactly where I used to hi—” Annnnd luckily he shuts his mouth right then.

Why he started to share that, he got no idea.

He and Y/N are friends, but why would he yap about some mopey bullshit from when he was a kid?

Although he wishes they hadn’t noticed at all, at least they don’t react to what he’d said by getting all pitiful and awkward, which is a relief.

What she does do is make a thoughtful nod as if she understands. “Let’s check the rest of the home. Well, what little there is. Under the beds, in the closets, and under desks.” This was followed by an unintentional groan as they stood up and curled toward their injured side. Must’ve hurt. “We’ve also found—sorry, we used to find—our, um, our kids hidden behind bigger things like couches, too. Oh, or the bath, um…bathtub, if there is one.”

Her kids? Her kids…oh, right. “By ‘kids,’ you mean how y’all took in fosters, yeah?”

She’s mentioned that her ma was a foster mom. And the pic of her ‘middle sister’ he’d gotten a peek at once looked nothing like Shane or like her.

Now, foster parents can be shitty, but from what they’d said about their ma, she seemed like a stand-up lady. And, obviously Y/N gets along with kids no problem.

“Sorry, yeah, my foster siblings. Well, Mama taught me to think of them as cousins who stayed with us awhile. But, you know, as I g-got older, I couldn’t help but start to feel more and more parental towards them, than as my little cousins.”

He could see that…“You’re how old?”

“You’re around six and a half years older than Glenn and I,” they reminded him, noticing a small, ticking analog clock on a shelf and taking it.

He felt his cheeks heat again. Probably the humidity from the storm outside.

“Anyway, um, a number of my ki—my siblings,” she corrected herself, “over the years, when they were new and didn’t feel safe, sometimes they’d drag their, um, wrappy thing, uh, blanket—blanket and pillow, and curl up in one of them places.”

They’re stumbling over their words a lot today. They okay?

She lets out an exhale and quietly says to nobody in particular, “Sophia could have so easily been one of ours for a while, ain’t that strange to think about?”

That sentence confuses him a little.

“Carol only lived a few towns over from us, so I found out,” she told him by way of explanation, which means she was considering how Sophia could have had to live in foster care for a while, had shit gone down a little too hard at home.

Stupidly, he starts to think about how he’d sometimes wanted for nothing more than another place to crash in when he was a kid. A house that felt safe. Mopey Darylina.

“There’s gotta be somethin’ in this house worth giving to the poor woman,” Y/N comments out loud, heading off to look around.

It’s a quick search through the small house as he and Y/N look for any signs of somebody having camped out.

There are none. He even checked the crawlspace attic.

But there’s no going anywhere else for now, not with the storm out there. Plus, this house is on steel stilts, that means they’re in a flood zone.

He flops down on the bed across from the room Y/N was in.

Fuck. He hopes Sophia has a shelter right now. She’s gotta, she’s got to be in some kind of shelter.

You

You found painkillers and a TENS unit here, that’s cool. You took some painkillers, that was also cool. Nothing really suited to be a gift for Carol that wasn’t a tiny figurine or a cardigan, that wasn’t as cool. And you and Daryl are also stuck here, that’s not cool at all.

And what Daryl accidentally hinted about his childhood wasn’t cool, either. But it made sense and it’s very sad.

He must’ve been so like some of the foster siblings you had over the years. You won’t pry because that’s rude, but given his hesitation to touch, his standoffishness, lack of routine self-care, and hot-headedness (not to mention how his older brother was), you have an idea of what his household was like growing up. You make a mental note to be more mindful about things like casual touches.

Then you adjust your position on the bed and wish you were anywhere else.

Don’t get you wrong, you are thrilled to be able to rest on a clean bed, but not when the clock was ticking...but really, there’s another analog clock in here and it’s ticky-tick-tocking away very obnoxiously as if to constantly remind you that the longer time passes, the greater the chance Sophia won’t be found breathing. Or at all.

What kind of shelter was she in right now? What if people found her? Were they good people or—no, stop thinking about those ‘what ifs.’

Him

He is so damned restless, but it’s still raining cats and dogs and damn near fucking horses out there.

He gets up and paces around again, fuming around the tiny home.

There isn’t any kind of hint that Sophia came by here. This little house is almost spotless. Ransacked, sure, but clean as hell, even the beds were made.

Sophia would’ve felt way safer here than at that nasty house with the closet cot…no, no doubts, Dixon. That house had the first real lead since the spot when her trail in the woods suddenly veered off in the opposite direction from the highway.

He stalks back to the window and stares out at the downpour. Time is being wasted with this bullshit storm.

Y/N had been pacing around, too, but was now laying on the bed in the back room. Not sure how the hell she can rest at a time like this. He’d been hesitant to let them come with him, with their injuries—not that he could tell them what to do, but they’d wanted his approval and kept trying to convince him yesterday until he became convinced. Another thing he begrudgingly liked about them.

Yeah, it was better with Y/N. They were honest, tough, and cared about shit. And now they’re laying down.

“Hey, man.”

Never mind, they’re up.

“Daryl, I’m going stir-crazy in here.”

“You and me both,” he grunts.

“It’s almost 72-hours, it’s thunderin’ and lightning, and our girl is out there. I-I ain’t fixing to go out and get us killed but if we leave now, it’s better than if we wait,” they stammer. “The wandermays—uh, waterways—will only get fuller the longer we wait.”

Kinda dramatic to say they’d ‘get killed’ by going out in the storm.

“What, worried you’ll melt?” he jokes about the rain.

They snort and mumble something about having made that joke themself before, but they add softly, “I was talking about the flood risk.”

“You ain’t wrong. The waterways will only get fuller the longer we wait.”

She eyes the door. “Time’s a-wastin’.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

What would they think about the clues in that house, he wonders?

Yeah, you know what? He and Y/N are gonna go back there. To that house.

Now.

To hell with waiting out the storm, the day’s almost over, they need to find that little girl!

That poor kid has been alone in a world where monsters are real and people are worse—she needs to be found. The rain is liable to wash away any hint of a trail left. Like Y/N said, time’s a-wasting.

“We gonna do this, then?” he asks, tossing his head toward the door as he grabs his stuff.

She inhales sharply in pain after moving wrong as she hoists her backpack on. “I think so.”

“Stick close.”

“Naturally.”

“I ain’t gonna go slow.”

“Perfect, I ain’t no slowpoke.”

He nods. Smiles. “M’glad you’re here. It’s better with a friend.” And after cupping their arm for a moment, he shouts, “Let’s head out, c’mon!” as he flings the front door open and sprints out into the thunderstorm.

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